(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.
