THOUGHTS OF A POET IN THE RAIN

PURPLE NIGHTS

March 6, 2012

Copyright 2012 by Gordon Kuhn

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She sat alone in the cool darkness,

alone on a leather bench seat,

in a tavern where she used to meet

a friend, before the birth of the lonely starkness.

Now purple nights dominate the day

for her love had failed to stay,

but left her alone in the darkness.

Alone with the cold and lonely starkness

of purple nights left to dominate the day.