Loss is like a fog choking off the city from the life of the sun.
Or in words better expressed,
“When the sun
falls behind the sumac
thicket the wild
yellow daisies
in diffuse evening shade
lose their
rigorous attention
half-wild with loss
turn any way the wind does
and lift their
petals up
to float
off their stems
and go. ”
Loss – by A.R. Ammons
