Richard K. Kent

Lines Written on the Day before the First Snow

 

 

Then go on, pass through the moon gate

of the O in omen,

 

there where the four directions meet,

where sage and simpleton

 

join hands, where one walks

in the dust of fathers and mothers,

 

where whatever path one treads 

is vanishing now with each breath.

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