I leave you my abbreviated dusk, <br />A patch of blue upon a distant hill. <br />Fog fingers write my feelings on the glass. <br />Those urgent words once set the bones alight. <br /> <br />Friend, let that once be powerful enough <br />To hold time's shadow to its measurement. <br />West's fated slant across a million roofs <br />Creates an enclave worthy of itself. <br /> <br />Previously published, 'The International Library Of Poetry'<br /><br />Sandra Fowler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-enclave/
