Prospects (Things Were Looking Up)A Poem by PeteThe light which puts out our eyes is darkness to us. Only that day dawns to which we are awake. There is more day to dawn. The sun is but a morning star. - ThoreauImage: Dreamstime.com the night was black as coal dirty, dusty dreams traveled up and down the shaft of his mind the light on his helmet would never be enough the canary was dying but someone had to keep the home fire burning and the briquettes coming © 2021 PeteAuthor's Note
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