Epiphany at Sunset

The light grows dim on memory lane.
Spiders rule the attic.

It’s time to let the fog roll in;
to set aside perspective

the anecdotes of friends and foes;
of barroom brawls and free-for-alls;

rehearsal rooms with faded names;
the flimsy horse-haired brush with fame.

the sturdy springs on broken beds;
the moonlit nights of islands;

It’s time to cull the photographs;
to clear the cobwebs off the shelves;

to slow the pace of rolling eyes;
to free the ears of blather.

By: Frank William Finney

Frank William Finney is a retired university lecturer from Massachusetts. His poems have appeared in numerous international journals and anthologies including The Bluebird Word, The Gilded Weathervane, The Orchards Poetry Journal, and Drift and Dribble Miscellany. He is the author of the chapbooks Birds in a Boneyard (Bainbridge Island Press, 2025), The Folding of the Wings (Finishing Line Press, 2022) and two collections published in Thailand.