Embers
The lights are changing
green to red, the sun
is clean upon the ground;
the passengers wait
with empty thoughts
for the day to end.
No chapel has such
stillness found, a prayer
before the embers spread;
and then as shadows start
to grow, a fearful noise —
like thunder — falls.
- © Jason Beale 2023
Jason Beale is a writer from Melbourne whose poems have previously appeared in a number of journals and anthologies. His chapbook Be Quiet About Love is published in Picaro Poets by Ginninderra Press.
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