(This poem was written around Spring 1995 or shortly thereafter. I remember writing it for my first creative writing class. I enjoyed many things I had written for that class back then, but I can see the flaws. However, I can also see some of the promise that fuels my current quest.)

 

“Spectral Times”

 

Children tucked in their beds

Soon to be fast asleep

 

Can you feel the heat tonight?

 

While sitting in nice, little houses

 

ALONE

 

There is something else

far in the distance.

An individual sands alone

with intentions of destruction…

and DEATH!

 

Around the corner

the sun sets low

above clouds of smoke

and the candle’s soft glare.