Night

It is night: The final fall
into the seeded,
the run for cover in jails
where lock down is long overdue,
the fight for balance in bright hospitals,
overcharged tourist in the slum;
all foretells a possible run down
and a way out,
a whisper in trees
bursting with summer.

The unobserved moves accordingly.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2011-08-27 at 21:06

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jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
sometimes the night can cover us :)
intriguing.
2011-08-29