You know the world’s ending when hale accompanies Sun
And wind chatter; When it storms for three minutes and then
Torrents and tears at the brain;
When you are out wearing gloves as well as
Your cheapest Sunglasses, shielding yourself in a Bus-Stop
Against the slanted attack of the rain.
When love can’t be found, or easily resolved
By a phonecall; When loss strikes you daily and where,
Amid excitement and work there’s still pain.
The End has begun. But some Introductions
Are lengthy; Prefaces to a story in which
Both the Dark and the Light are the same.
David Erdosh
collage: A.C. Evans