Poetry

B.Z. Niditch
PROFILE About me Poetry (81)


19 july 2012

OBLIVION

No reprimand
of the present
into the light life
without any hour
of being moonstruck
by the past dust
staying on us,
we take our leaves
from dioramas
of a whitewashed time
on easier pathways
than any subterranean
road of emptinesss,
hiding below
white blinds
of broken windows,
smashing rotted fruit
yoked at barren gardens
or castigating
any romantic ruins
of pubescent journeys
at secomd guesses,
those mad expectations
of a fateful gaze
with a glance back
at futile games 
in a hopscotch universe
circling toward
separate horizons
we wish to forget.




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