After a night of firecrackers and rockets
heralding a heavenly host and a child king
the dog and I walk out into the mist
where just before dawn the cold rises from the earth
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Once again, Michael Hogan has captured a unique moment in time that is worth saving. To be trapped by our affections is better than to have never been captured I like the poem a lot.
Thanks, Miles. Thinking about the poor guys in the joint, but also the poor wives and who have to struggle with multiple buses, callous jailers, and crying children to bring a bit of cheer to their husbands. Most of us know very little of such sacrifice, such love. These brave women inspire me to be a bit more tolerant and kind and not cry about my condition.