sun fades quietly behind a horizon of trees;
the day ends her misery and for some,
the battles must wait until tomorrow; for
others, evenings bring about a new reign of
terror with emergency teams rushing to save
the unfortunate, the innocent, and other
victims of a prevailing madness; and mothers
whose future lies with her kids, and fathers
whose name lies with his kid's honor, cringe
at the darkness and these new opportunities;
the earth blushes bring, a color or pale red
covers the trees, an evening gown of beauty
as far as the eye can see surrounding
only those who seem to want to notice.
March 1987
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