I couldn’t help but notice
the light falling
in sepia tones
on the ground as we walked -
you, leading me forward while I demurred,
silent, to your wishes,
knowing that this journey beyond the fountain
and into the red-stone-roofed sanctuary
would surely mark not only the end of it,
but also, the end of us.
photo credit: gari.baldi #
Light in Sepia Tone
I couldn’t help but notice
the light falling
in sepia tones
on the ground as we walked -
you, leading me forward while I demurred,
silent, to your wishes,
knowing that this journey beyond the fountain
and into the red-stone-roofed sanctuary
would surely mark not only the end of it,
but also, the end of us.
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Hans Snoek,
A plausible crook
Was led to his place in the dock.
Officer Brook,
Wrote in his book
And took one glance at the clock.
Judge Meries
With pin-point eyes
As cold as the marble floor,
Waved his pen
At Officer Wein
Who shuttered the courtroom door.
But that’s all we know
Of the courtroom show
As the judge read his lines to the crook,
And that’s all we saw
Of Meries’ law,
Reading a verdict on Snoek.
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