It was late
too late
but that was
only the beginning
as he sat
in the chair
on the porch
warm breeze
darkness fell
and he thought
of nothing
that he could
remember
except that
he burst
into tears
while moths
fluttered about
the porch
light.
Wednesday, May 06, 2015
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