That’s When The Sun, by Christopher Hileman

That’s When The Sun
By Christopher Hileman

I thought my joy gone,
taken from me as summer
takes spring and fall takes
summer, as drought takes
rain, I thought my joy dried up.
That’s when the sun broke
my bones open wide,
light roaring out of my eyes,
when you said to me,

Christopher Hileman moved to Oregon in 1973. He had retired to live on the volcanic bluff overlooking Willamette Falls in Oregon City, Oregon. He ascends the stairs from his basement digs to improvise on his Yamaha keyboard or the house Playel grand when the calico cat releases him from below. The part-Irish Wolfhound here likes him.

Christopher blogs at View From The Northern Wall.


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