dust gathers

 
 
 
 
 
the minutes between  
the hours grow thin  
 
the hair grows  
thin  
 
the expectations for  
living grow thin  
 
dust gathers in  
the corner  
and time gathers  
to conspire  
against all  
 
the morning  
dove sleeps  
 
forgotten books  
in libraries  
sleep  
 
knowledge  
sleeps  
 
an old man walks  
slowly down  the
street with
shadows
of his
past  
 
there is a loneliness so  
terrible that only the  
dead can hold  it  
in their  
hands  
 
 
 
(c) 2018 R.R.Zinn