Another Fine Day Poem by Stan Petrovich

Wakened by a nightmare, a recurring nightmare
With mice biting on my toes,
With bats invading and hanging like sucklings on my throat,
I drank orange juice and wrung my hands
Through thinning hair and bushy beard;

The daylight, the crazy daylight,
Brought tears to my eyes,
Because SHE has left me;
She is no longer,
Alaways so far far away,
And now infinitely gone,
A true and forever shadow on the mantle of infinity