Foyers

if this should be the last I'll write I'd quickly say

I felt love at sunset tonight as once before,

near sixty years since I felt its first embrace

a feeling I won't describe words are destroyers,

which is not to say these words might mean more,

typed in italics on onion skin paper,

read not recited unsure of an encore,

written in lower case words become vapor,

spoken with lips that enunciate clearly,

the living language of romance and rapture

while the moon appears shrouded surreally

over lands still subject to urban capture.

Richard M Russell (C) Dick Russell

                          2023