Tagged farewell

“Graham Cracker Crumbs” (XII)

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“A song”

I know you are threadbare and worn
with the weary strike of iron
ringing the notes in your name,

And even the tireless minstrel
is tired of his own insistence
on solitude’s graceless strain.

Yet it had been enough,
and the mournful sounds a song,

Had we but moved without motion
in motion through the dawn.