hurry sundown
hurry sundown
so we may pretend
flashes in the sky are lightning bolts
and sirens sounding in the night
mere weather warnings
hurry sundown
so we may pretend
that the faraway drums are rolling thunder
and the stomping of boots on concrete
just a relentless downpour
hurry sundown
so we may pretend
to sneak away like children of the night
uncaging the white doves held captive
by enemies with false memories
may two thousand fourteen
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thank you for reblogging this poem my friend
It’s perfect– all of it. Thanks for sharing, John!
Thanks so much, Tess. I’m elated you enjoyed this one.