Dawn Poem by Len Webster

Dawn



Like a blind and half-mad rat
Scurrying from its hole
I appeared one early Sunday morning
In Harvard Square.

The place deserted in a graveyard stance
Walls of passion thrust up before the
Unseen herd


Massachusetts 1971

(From 'Behind the Painted Veil', Outposts Publications,1972)

Friday, July 22, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: passion
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