There’s been no word on the sunrise
So I drifted down to the wharf and
I swore I could see Hiroshima going up
The beach thronged with invaders
In a minute or two it would be lost
and in the trees on the parade I
Keith Nunes is a former newspaper journalist who now writes poetry to stay sane. He has been published in Landfall, Takahe and Bravado as well as a number of ezines.
|Contents||Previous | Next|