by Michael Ugulini
Early harsh humidity - uncommon Not the typical crispness of mid-June And now the summer equinox sets in and we begin the minute-by-minute descent to autumn leaves…and then the snow How this time redeems the time - moves along
Who are the strong, who say there’s more than this? Who face the backlash, but do not turn back? What rises from the ash can be restored The throng that counted costs – and sweated blood What can I trust? Who can I call to task? Before the Councils will I hold my ground?
A distant Ghost is searching for a home over sea waves – their shame like vile foam