In the night

In the still whispering night when I cannot sleep,

I listen to the silence and the wind in the street

and think about what was and what could have been

in the living of this life if I’d gone another way.

 

And the night as a friend sits and listens to my thoughts

as I lie in this wonder and consider all my days

of striving and achieving and trying to make good

for everyone and everything except this man with his thoughts.

 

4/3/2017

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