Diagnosis, Austere

by

J. M. Hallett

Don't give up just yet,
for Hope lingers, still.
She's out on the veranda now,
where she's challenged
the ol' Pale Rider himself.
They're chugging Blue Hungarians,
only mixed with special spirits.
She appears to be sliding,
ever so slowly, though,
beneath the rattan table.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at The One Above
by: Elizabeth Nowaczyk
from: Omaha, NE, US

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