Stunned in the spring night
staring at the twilit sky
rubbing my sore feet
Sunny spring morning—
deeply breathing cool sea air
on my bicycle
A wide-winged raven
hovering in gusty air—
early spring sunset
*
Traffic rushes past
and we stand beneath buildings
at twilight, smiling
A paused train at night—
two headlights spread cloudy beams
through the milky fog
.
Writings by Thomas Radwick. Mostly poetry and lyrics. t_radwick@yahoo.com
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Crack in the Ceiling
Poetry by Thomas Radwick
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