Red Sky at Night

poetry 1 Minute

A semi-bald man sits at his breakfast nook

eating his eggs Florentine

Oh, the colors of the peppers

diversified

Onions, tomatoes, Cremini mushrooms

sautéed in a golden buttery fusion

delight the red sky at night

Why, smooth sailing

said the old man

breath of aromatic tunes

Playing on the radio

in his wooden sloop

that carries him from

shore to shore.

Bliss.

Published by John Gregory Evans

Former US Marine 1971-1972 and PTSD and Spinal Cord Injury Survivor. I am an accomplished poet/photographer for the cause of the individual soul traumatized by the social, economic, religious, theological, jurisprudence, and with an etymologic fire to create a just & caring society.

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