At Night, I Think Of Trees Sailing Poem by John W. McEwers

At Night, I Think Of Trees Sailing



Too much light in life.
The dark must take my life.
Until my dark is rife
With my aging life.

I tell you now, this pains me so
Your eyes, aglow, will show—
Me
My insecure-
-ities.

I’m tired.

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John W. McEwers

John W. McEwers

Nova Scotia, Halifax
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