“Gone” — Chris Santucci ’15

The sun sets, but we don’t see it
A bird flies by and the eye follows
It soars aimlessly into the atmosphere
Then it is gone.


Crickets chirp loudly
There is no break in their song
There is rhythm to it and
Not long after – it is gone


My ears grow deaf
As the song repeats
But there are intangibles
To keep me on my feet


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