Daily Archives: June 16, 2021

Lodge

We’re iced-in, this April dawn. The misted window Hides the mountain. We’ve joined the ghosts who strain To live with us inside these rooms— They sail above the long mahogany floors, know Stories no more than air, harboring loves slain By time, who dined and sang, postponed their dooms. They linger before the silent stone…

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