Vesper

By Michael Abraham

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I’m the only one that’ll take

As if on the bridge at the close of day

Like you dressed yourself in silk

and went up roman candle

Over the River, the moon is nowhere And nowhere’s a field,

all dressed up and bud-lit Nobody knows how rough it is

How rough a yank are you    Tremble in the pocket

A whispering sound that haunts thru the meadow

Originally published 12/09/15