Sitting in fading summer light,
I watch shadows slide down greying walls,
The off-casts of West’s ending day.
Or are they the shadows of an old nostalgia?
Shady memories of youthful days
And forever promises?
Spent loves haunting some gloaming’s light?
High expectations?
Untamed joy
Now reflected in half-lit corners and
The Li li li’s of Garfunkle and his friend?
Drinking the heavy brew that time has soured,
Lost love mocks me through the dimming rooms.
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