false hope

you were never
and are not
and yet then again
that crumbling moment
when the sun subsides
and a farewell fire
clings to the bellies
of the clouds
–you are dappled like that
the glow about the edges
of the end of my day
though I am capsized
it may yet
be this way again–
or dust

© Sarah Whiteley

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6 thoughts on “false hope

    1. Ah, the book. Well, the book idea is still getting kicked around a bit in the back of my mind…. perhaps in time it will take a more solid form. I think you’re probably further along with planning than I am. 🙂

  1. This is really wonderful. Love “and a farewell fire clings to the bellies of the clouds” — “bellies of clouds” seems such an obvious way to describe the underside of clouds but as far as I know you thought of it first. Wonderful, natural use of words!

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