Herbert Nehrlich - Escape

One foot immersed
the plan rehearsed,
then off at speed
to do the deed.

Two hours on
the moon had gone.
The river flowed
kind willows bowed.

He must have caught
a glimpse but thought
I'll let him pass
won't tell the brass.

And fate did swim
(just as a whim)
alongside sweetly
although discreetly.

She quickly kissed
rose in the mist
tend to another
perhaps his mother.

Who sat with tears
and choking fears
at home alone
right by the phone.

She had to wait
in that sad state
until it rang
or for the bang

of shots out west
beyond the crest
of river's waves
where someone braves

incarceration
in one small nation
so many died
and mothers cried.

Herbert Nehrlich

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