Epiphany
written by: Mario William Vitale
It clings to the cliffed shore,
to the wintered face of the thistle path,
to the fingers of the old man’s glove
as he waves his memory homeward
In that breath between come and go
she moves up from the bay;
gold turns her stride,
the line of her dress,
the soft sea pulling at her feet
When he reaches out
and the frail birds fly
and the sun and the sky
have married deep into the sea, it clings
Even as his shadow threads retreat,
it clings, even now as it dissolves to mist
Mario William Vitale a published poet being featured writer on Writerscafe.
Having over 1,000 poems toward his platform.
Born in Bristol, Ct he currently lives in Wolcott.
Having over 1,000 poems toward his platform.
Born in Bristol, Ct he currently lives in Wolcott.
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