Elmo Strain
1917 (one day)
On the cusp
Of deliberate morning,
I saw the mysterious light.
I saw the grace of one day.
It was but a momentary specter.
And I was rich for an hour!
It held me in its warm essences,
It dangled me for one flashing hot day.
One single day of human heartbeats.
Please spare me your sad tales,
Of times wasted...
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