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That Night

That Night

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We gambled and we drank with a dying breed

That Night Smoked a little, too

Kindred Spirits of The Same ilk

Some Real Ones that Night

We were some good old boys


Downtown Crowd, top-Shelf Whiskey,

$25 bucks a shot, goes down warm and smooth

That Night we toasted Chance

And Made Cheers to Fate...


Outside an odd-shapen Moon

Hung overhead undulating watercolors

Between clouds On High

Giving out Goodnight, Goddess Kisses

And granting gentle glances

Down My Way only to set

My Glories and galavanting Aglow


I lost this Poem in the twisting Shadows

Of an alley That Night

But it knew with prophetic omniscience

I'd come back for it 

It had to be written.


What's most ironic is that's exactly how John Rogers died

That Night Frozen in the darkness

Out There searching for a Poem

He'd written that Night in a similar

Maybe... Familiar Moonlit Field Once.


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