Something Bumps

As quietly as they

Appeared

The glitches have

Disappeared

From my Word Press site,

And as I sit here

Cozy in the starboard

Corner of the Lir

Tonight,

Contemplating the last

New moon of the year,

The longest night

Coming,

The crazy hoopla

Of the questionable trinketry

Of the season,

Something bumps

The underside of the boat

And I wonder is it the ghost

Of tomorrow’s Black Friday.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Pigskin And Pumpkins” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

8:35 PM November 28, 2013

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