A Return Poem by Thad Enouf

A Return

Rating: 2.7


The pen feels good in hand,
my friend, my sword,
gripped as nature seemingly intended.

Words flow in a sputtering array
of black ink, the smoke
of a new fire
burning within.

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Thad Enouf

Thad Enouf

Saginaw, MI.
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