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.

Friday, April 27, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: dark,night,soothing
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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