A Visitor Some Nights.

poetry

Irony runs wild most times.

I am apt to fall victim, though I am vigilant.

I have seen him coming and I have failed to move.

Or I have stepped just barely to the left.

Or I have ignored him.

But I think I see him now.

Well, I think I’ll sit and smile.

(Ironically.)

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