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Eternal Return
Apokatastatic,
the haystack glistens
in the sunlight,
a yellow disheveled hill
untold wisps, stalks, bits,
sticking out of it
like fool's gold.
The day ends,
bends the colors away;
the sun sets.
In the dark,
the hay loses shape, outline,
but there it is still,
shining through the millennia
one way or another
reminder of the harvest,
of man's life and work
on earth
day and night
shining its light,
running its course,
from one post to the next.
© Jack D. Harvey
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| Jack D. Harvey |
Jack D. Harvey’s poetry has appeared in Scrivener, The Comstock Review, Valparaiso Poetry Review, Typishly Literary Magazine, The Antioch Review, The Piedmont Poetry Journal, and elsewhere. The author has been a Pushcart nominee and has been published in a few anthologies over the years.
