Hamlet in New York State

Clouds clot the sky, where they break, the retiring sun
pulses through the firmament
draped over the wounded Hudson Valley

Between the dim circus of mountain peaks
ringing along the shore,
and the branches serving as the earth’s desperate hands

The river spreads out a pink veil, upholding
a candelabra of waves
that seem frozen, each one pausing to catch a final light

 

 

 


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