.
Dark mist rising,
Drum beneath a keening sky –
This scent of loam, of leaf, of yearning,
Of memory’s wail
And piacular’s cry...
Evanescent expiation,
Yearning’s lusts abhorred.
Penitential rumination,
But no solace nor a respite
Nor understanding toward…
Revisit and addition to an old friend during this forced virus pause.