A Spirit — Half Lit

Poetry of the Night

L.T. Garvin


Still, I can see your shadow

Roaming through the house

Lit by evening sorrows

The way you walk through the

Alabaster halls

Folding a bad decision

In your hands

The way your mouth turns downward

At the mere mention

Of a morning star

Then you line the hall



L.T. Garvin

Lana Broussard writing as L.T. Garvin , Author -English Teacher - ESL Tutor — Writes Fiction, Poetry, and Various Articles on the Quandries of Life.