The Testament
By Pat G
The ceaseless flashing of a traffic light Re-echoing again off shattered glass. In strident strobes that splinter back the night Reflecting on a time that did not last. That did not last long past the memory Of well lit rooms and warmth sent spilling forth. A beacon's left, now lost to reverie, A package sits unopened on the porch Written November 29th, 2001 © on Nov 29 2001 06:05 AM PST, Pat Grantt 0 • 10
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"The ceaseless flashing of a traffic light..."