Twelfth Night

The 12-day canopy of unreal
Life has been taken down.
Harsh reality falls back into
Living, darkness again the
Force is always was, without
The fairy lights and trees,
And false expectations.
The streets are strafed by dusk
At all times of day, left
In a mess and damp, now
The fires have gone out on
What was never a feast
Anyway.

R 05/01/2025 17:34