FALLOUT

 

    A single note is all I hear
    that stretches from a distant
    strain to raid the ear

    that apprehends
    without vibrato the end
    of an era, clear 

    and unmistakable
    as a stone
    someone kicked along a path
    and we are alone

    we feel although together
    we resonate the same
    hard sound or plaintive
    without a name

    we can give to our suffering
    but to eye a clear sky
    that abrogates
    and then 

    no songbirds fly 
 

                                                                --David Radavich
 
 
 

 


 
 

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