April 4 2021
(Edited)
Folks,
The night is mild
It's might is wild
Not warm
Not cold
In temperature, pleasant
In temperament, unsettled
Gusting wind stirs the trees
...
..
.
A neighbour, close by
Left a shed door unlatched
Caught in each pulse
It swings hard and meets frame
Repeating
Metallic
SLAM
after
SLAM
Into the night
And into my mind
Like a torpedo, fired
From a vessel
But instead travelling backward
Down my ear canal
and
...
..
.
Detonating
Upon impact
With my mind
That would really rather sleep
...
..
.
I am happy officer, I swear
For the joys found each day
Like this one:
What a sweetheart
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