An Eclipsing Thought

this came to me, just now, as I lingered over a photo of someone...precious to me.

An Eclipsing Thought

an eclipsing thought
not
what
I had expected
when the unprotected
seed of yesterday ejected

taking root in the barren soil
the spoil
that toils
to make me forget
that which I would set
in stone and bone and jet

as monument to the fewer
newer
truer
gods of love who leave
to kiss the stones and grieve
for a moment I've yet to receive


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.