Jan 30
Daily #30
Quiet
The horizon bends, muscles tense,
he is moving closer, a muffled bird sings.
& then, silent.
There is nothing to stop him, folding out;
He continues, always rolling, onward:onward.
& then, hushed.
The sun upon us, sudden but expected,
& fills the sky, orange * red * yellow * white.
- blinding -
& then, quiet.
