Summer 2017 Week 8

May 23, 2017

The Ahab Report

We scorched the earth, set fire to the sky.  We stooped so low, to reach so high.  A link is lost, a chain undone. We wait all day, for night to come, and it comes, like a haunted child...I'm hanging on, You're always left to hold on for the score sheets from Saturday Night.  I'm still waiting...