In The Night Of The Morning Poem by DONALD SCHUSTER

In The Night Of The Morning

In the night of the morning
as the desert drifted past
leaving only the cold dust
to keep a memory alive.
A memory born near
by love spurned,
I lean forward into
the cold sun,
hugging tears -
My only friend.

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