Evans’ Rag

Vol 2 Issue 20

Fie on The Dawn 

Dawn touched me once–one
more she did not know
though helped

as generous at that–all these
pictures of the child, the world
she lived, I see her now

the smile, her light
infectious as it seems
the eight they posted

just a glimpse
now only emails tell me
who she was in full.

These foolish days
we spend too freely I would roll
back if given chance to see

–Dawn, I never will.