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

 

A bugle blows

  the sun retreats

  twin enemies approach

 

Upon whose sleeves

  my heart is laid

   —in doubt the morning cloaked

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)

 

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