One Burnt-out Glance

by R. D. Ashby

It was sudden, definitive:

the burnt-out season's burnt-out leafy litter,

the burnt-out evening sky, the burnt-out movement

of cars across the common, the burnt-out cries

of children indulging their last escapes and calls;

and closer still, the eyes sting,

and I wonder whether this is all it is:

the burnt-out moans of my burnt-out heart.

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