Copyright 2012 Gordon Kuhn

April 7, 2012



T’was a fine Saturday early morning.

With misty pillows drifting in the dark.

A flash illuminated the growing unrest.

A slash before the grumbled warning,

Revealed phantoms aligned in tight tidemark

Each heavy hung with mizzle blest

Adorning that which slowly was aborning.


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