No More Dimes Poem by Walter C. Edwards

No More Dimes



The stillness of the night,
waiting for the form,
the substance to come,
into sight,
foggy haze drapes,
luminance light,
dreary back drop,
of an on going life,
echo’s fall dead pan,
into the void,
shallow shadows,
etch in my mind,
dance turns to havoc,
out of steep,
lost of rhythm,
no more dimes.

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