October 26, 2018Sonnet
Each evening we climb
a slightly higher hill,
look down again
into the city’s basin,
say This is the view.
Yesterday’s was something,
but this … Then,
after looking over
the old landmarks,
we point to the hill
of yesterday, and say
There we were,
and what a view
we had … But this …
from #61 - Fall 2018