Morning In Doubt

Riding into the moment

with pen ablaze

past-future on the hunt

 

Fear taking a seat

across the fire

begging for what it wants

 

The bugles blow

all lights go out

—twin enemies approach

 

Upon whose sleeves

my heart is laid

in doubt the morning cloaked

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)

 

 

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