dong on target
the enamel inverted cone tapers white
where the opal bulb sins against the night
and so it flies the the the
slingshot poomph
and in a whoosh of white dust it dies
drowning the night down from the skies
around the swan necked lamppost dark
and boys oh boys what a lark we planned
when crump the night sits heavy and
in that instant in that instant
the boys run for their ‘morrow
is tomorrow and tomorrow
and tomorrow's
‘morrow
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