November, Two AM Poem by Jeanne Murray Walker

November, Two AM



All night the caution light blinks
in the mountains. Through the wilds
of Pennsylvania in the blueblack night,
a mail truck toils up a mountain.

The words inside cannot be taken back.
There are four things we have to remember.
I try to recall what they are.
They all begin with darkness.

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Jeanne Murray Walker

Jeanne Murray Walker

Parkers Prairie, Minnesota
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