The Devil’s Son

Off in the distance,
he was whispering my name

What started as a rumor,
audible and plain

My parking meter empty,
the hour glass had run

What life only borrowed,
reclaimed—the devil’s son

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)

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