Flash

by James Moody

Running wildly, crazy, blind
Through alley, street and lane
The deed just done, the evil crime
An act of one insane

The moment past, yet lingers still
A throbbing pounding sound
A time’s supply of lasting thrill
Still fears he might be found

Returning to that passion’d night
A fantasy re-known
Old woman in a laundry mat
At work and all alone

Silently he steals inside
Unseen, a shadow’s cloak
Old woman tries the sight to hide
His gaping overcoat




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ABOUT THE POET ~
I am age 67, a retired construction worker., Father of 5., Grandfather of 16, great grandfather of 2., Enjoy reading and writing, mainly poetry., Enjoy music of every kind.


Last updated April 04, 2016