"Yesterday and tomorrow cross and mix on the skyline. The two are lost in a purple haze. One forgets, one waits."
"There will be a rusty gun on the wall, sweetheart, The rifle grooves curling with flakes of rust. A spider will make a silver string nest in the darkest, warmest corner of it."
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Source: Carl Sandburg (2003). “The Complete Poems of Carl Sandburg”, p.194, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
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