The Night Watchman
morning rescued him from the night,
he stood in the doorway of the fridge,
the bulb within sent forth a wan light
his wrinkled skin had the morbid tinge
of a graveyard caretaker's pallor,
pale as a crumpled paper plate;
the cold breath of the fridge cooling him,
he smiled, started looking for a beer
that he knew pretty well wasn't even there,
searched for a frozen ham he hoped
he had forgotten deep in the freezer,
wrapped in a crumpled paper plate.
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2007
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