Mesto, stanco e spirante,
that sequence by Scarlatti.
Shakespeare's eighteenth sonnet.
The dark deep eyes of the lovely woman
from Brooklyn, whom I knew at college.
Sunrise reddening the winter sky.
Dylan Thomas's ocean-churning storms,
Theodore Roethke's gentle rain of light.
City sparrow rooting for crumbs
amid blackening patches of snow.
Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas
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Written on 2018-02-22 at 05:38
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