Poetry by Jeff Green


My Last Walk

by cricketjeff on January 9.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

When out for a walk after dark
Down a path through the old city park
I heard the sharp sound
Of a boot on the ground
And felt something making a mark

I’d swear that I saw a brief flash
Of the knife that delivered the slash
Then I saw no more
As I slumped to the floor
My life draining out from the gash

Author notes

Dark Limericks