“Poetry is all that is worth remembering in life.”
— William Hazlitt
The Witness
The cold rain on my shoulders
A bizarre evening in store
As I peer in through the curtains
I’m stunned to my core
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Evenings Long Ago
Skies full of tiny golden lights
Floating aimlessly
Grasping helplessly
My small hands, just out of reach
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Standing Alone
Early evening time of dusk
Long days sun color rust
Nights first star pokes its head
Many more will follow stead
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