Poetry for your Thursday: Rearview Mirror

Rearview Mir­ror
–Robert Morgan

This lit­tle pool in the air is
not a spring but sink into which
trees and high­way, bank and fields are
sipped away to minute­ness. All
split on the present then merge in
stretched per­spec­tive, radi­ant in
reverse, the wide world guttering
back to one lit point, as our way
weeps away to the horizon
in this eye where the past flies ahead.

Cur­rent Mood: 😴tired
Cyn is a proud Mommy & Mémé, professional geek, avid reader, fledgling coder, enthusiastic gamer (TTRPGs), occasional singer, and devoted stitcher.
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