Left To Brew
The daylight hid from the nighttime
like a rabbit from the fox
As the sun ran through my memory
freeing moments that were locked
With twilight came a foretelling
and its darkness swearing true
But a light still burns inside me
—from a promise left to brew
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018)
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