• Midnight

    by Eugenia Wang

    Can I confess to shooting blanks
    And say I didn’t even try
    And should you ask and to this day
    I never could have told you why
    That night I stood beneath the midnight quilt
    And contemplated sky
    Beneath the stars and minor moon
    I watched the bullets fly

    If I should have seen their deaths
    I would have seen them die
    But as it was with bated breath
    I saw the seconds by.

    posted to Cedar Street Times on November 6, 2011

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