["Night Across the Pond" was written especially for my first poetry chapbook, The Lady in the Pink Hat, Candor Press, 1969.]
Then crept night across the pond Casting shadows on greying Weatherboard; like sullen ghosts Those leafless talons grasping Stretching like dying fibrous fingers Still the pond chilled and trapped Caught those splinters of the moon And thrust them like sparks From a struggling ember Until the warmth was smothered And the shadows crept back Toward the dawn. FIRST PLACE WINNER Brian Strand's "All Yours" Contest
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