Twenty to two
you’re wide awake
listening to the sounds
that the night owls make
The rumble of goods
from factory to store
the bells of the crossings
as the train tracks roar
Cool cats wail out
their tunes on the corner
sounding like a group
of funeral mourners
And the horns and the boombox
from some blokes passing car
Make you wonder why you
left your window ajar
But soon there is silence
tween fall and rise of the sun
till the birds bring the news
that the mornings begun.
love the imagery you created from dusk to dawn! 😀
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Cheers Rose, another scribble from my notebooks…thanks for reading.
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your notebook, i think, is a treasure chest of poems. 😉
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Lovely! I could see and hear the visual of your middle of the night view:) love it! blessings, denise
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Another little scribble from my collection of notebooks…thanks for reading, Denise….Inky.
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