when the city sleeps it can't hear me
creeping about in my pajamas
when standing by the window
i listen for it
only the clock moves
in absolute defiance
to the silence of the night
an appliance
and electrical wires
hum on for me
forever a subtext
a lone plane passes over
a car door closes
a voice down the street
fractions of the day
still awake
complete
even the cats are asleep
Friday, February 15, 2008
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