Stab in the DarkA Poem by Kris MerrellsThere’s a moment On a warm, hazy summer’s night When the sun has gone And the mosquitoes are out And the streets are quiet And I’m sitting In an all-night donut shop In the heart of downtown With the Red Sox batting In the top of the ninth And the Angels are losing at home When an electronic squeal Lets me And woman hiding in the back Know that someone’s just walking in And I wonder… Why did I have to sit with my back to the door? © 2013 Kris Merrells |
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1 Review Added on July 7, 2013 Last Updated on July 7, 2013 AuthorKris MerrellsAboutIt has been nearly three years since I have abandoned the status quo in search of a life that meant something. I always try to imagine what I would think of my life, if I were 100 years old, looking .. more..Writing
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