Of late, I enjoy fewer abstract directions;
direct abstractions less and less.

Dispersed has noontime overcast, dark shines
no more as I gaze west.

Of late, this warming guidance drapes on sundials,
once guised in a sheet of grey.

Of late, cloud cover that ran on for miles,
of late, ran afar—of late, this day.

© Joseph Chin
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