Kimberly
Kimberly comes often to the
evening
In clothes that seem more suited to the
dawn,
Managing a luncheon on the lawn,
Being
busily engaged in being.
Even so, she lingers in the
shadows,
Resonant with darkness, for she
knows
Less and less of living as she
goes,
Yearning for the wind outside her
windows.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
Subscribe to this site on Substack
Subscribe to this site on YouTube
Subscribe to this site on Medium