June 8

comments 4
poetry

this night is loud
the house continually

settling
a clatter of stars

or do they ring out
like fallen coins

to steal a moment
convincingly

there can be no hesitation
a minute must be

occupied completely
by nothing at all

a low jet-plane
and thoughts intrude

and now it is
just late

dawn coming head-on
from miles away

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