DAN  THARP

May 18th, 2017 by admin

From our 20th Anniversary Anthology
A ROSE IN  THE BRIAR PATCH poems by DAN  THARP
Oscar
We dropped his ashes from the bridge into the Canadian River below; left our words upon the breeze and
watched the current sweep him away… followed soon by two car
                and an empty can of beer.
Morning Colors
Morning colors play upon the clouds – in oranges, reds and pretty pastels –
And were I to feel the morning breeze play about as it would please; brush up against my skin and tease the longing of my heart…
then I would see you standing there; the morning colors in your hair. Forgive me if I’m unaware of others standing near.

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