Last Bounce Of Sun
Snap at the window,
Like wolf jaws on prey,
This white dark
illuminated by breath-starved moon,
Still and freezing,
Snap, like crack
of neck on long rope drop;
Was it a break of iced limb,
succumbing to snow weight,
Or the mirror
that splintered quietly
in image of abomination?
Glass yielding to cold?
Fractured reflections
in tortured memory?
Last bounce of sun
on the other side?
Perhaps he listened too hard,
And stared where
there was nothing to see.
© Michael Garrad May 2010
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