A Poem Fragment Written in a Moment of Weakness

or, "Listening to Kashmir. Monday."

Let the sun beat down upon my face,
And stars to fill my dreams
Where women walk who I've not seen
Much, though I known each face
Quite clear.

The LORD be my helper and my guide
Into the evening hours, as skies darken
And lights come on and beggars harken
To their nightly dwelling place to hide
In fear.



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