Triolet: At Midnight Poem by Glenn Bagshaw

Triolet: At Midnight



On strike of midnight, then goodbye
as shadows thicken what's hidden-
bends willow weeping, sobbing 'why? '
On strike of midnight, then goodbye,
and pin these lungs, brief butterfly
that sailed in breeze of oxygen.
On strike of midnight then goodbye.
as shadows thicken... what's hidden?

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