Evensong II
The day
started
badly.
Discord, dis
s o n a n ce, disharmon
y.
It’s not going well now
either.
I must go back.
Tempus?
No, hominem.
I must seek forgiveness and fellowship,
where justifiably,
I am likely to find rejection.
I must sound
a new note
before
the
sun
sets.
Emu 2021
© The Grumpy Old Dilettante, 2021