AUTUMN AND FOREBODING
by Sam Silva
Sleep heavy with snores and thorns!
And noon assumes
a strange sullen darkness
in a room of aching forms
and outside
where the wind, though dry,
presumes
to bend the trees
in autumn gusts.
The sky
reflects a likewise shadow,
lordly, in its gentle gloom.
At intervals, the cars go by
like prayers from the city’s dusty center.
The computer hums a lullaby
and dreams fall from the eyes awake!
And sadly the light of the world will enter
its living tomb
its strange mistake…!