The Final Harvest
Those drunken nights and barroom fights
now seed my fallowed ground
Where women spurned and lovers churned
rule memory’s lost and found
Those wasted days and sleepless years
like wine have aged within
Fermenting each unwritten page
—reharvesting my sins
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)
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