LadyEdana

Today is not one of them He is sitting alone Just off a coral-tree-shaded joggin lane At this excellent moment in his life He looks a grave Because he is pondering a different time Constant assault of images And the raise of a troubling question Was he ever that guy He turns very quiet And seems very ill at ease He is gone, somewhere else He has become an artifact of fear He must bear this cost It has let us down It persists Today is not one of them