The Moya View
Sunset VisitToday I visited the unliving—those beneath marked stoneswho ask nothing.A few visitorsdriftbetween—wordless.Inside each:theirnoisy solitude—bitter truthsetched instone.In silence,I watchlightpour amber acrossthe stones—the earth.A silencenot mine—theirs.
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JONATHAN MOYA
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