Synopses & Reviews
May moon
gleams
bright as
Colonels buttons.
Three slip out unseen. Frank,
James,
Shepard
scramble down the sandy bank,
hearts drumming,
eyes darting,
knees trembling.
Weathered skiff bobs in rustling rushes.
Quick now, and
quiet!
Stars hold their breath
and so do the three,
four miles from the old oak tree.
Oars dip,
no sound,
silver ripples.
Steal away now,
away.
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