Standard Posted by Ron Kozloff Posted on 2013/01/17 Posted under 02. Poetry Comments Leave a comment TOMORROW’S PROMISES What beckoned, What called must have been stronger than blood, overriding Stale argument. I imagine a black rose Pungent Irresistible, A circus barker Promising marriage and Peace, A stepping down. Advertisements Share this:TweetMoreShare on TumblrPrintEmailLike this:Like Loading... Related authorpoemspoetryRon Kozloffwriter Post navigation ← MONEY OLD HOLE, NEW LIFE → Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.