our bed of theater
banner front row center
space over town is evident
full mystic river flows left to right
far train crosses, rattles bridge
as off-left plant rumbles lowly
cue distant car from unknown faraway
birds fly too late to call, hear wings flapping
we the resting
amid pre-morning
hold thought tight
hallowed be the night
1 comment:
I like this. It has an attentive "stream of consciousness" effect, and I imagine the writer, and his stillness and peace.
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