Night Watchman Poem by William F Dougherty

Night Watchman



The old man shuffled into drop-cloth night
absolving dark hooded the vacant day,
soothing his nettled mind-until an arc
of moon usurped his way,

fixing him with its crescent horns
-as if in the grasp of a countermand
its fingernail pressed into dark,
as if his night were taken in hand.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Robert Burns 28 April 2012

EVEN AN OLDE DUFFER LIKE ME, COULD CATCH HIS MESSAGE, ROBERT BURNS, PORTLAND, OR

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