Sunday, November 2, 2014

Sketches - 40 (October 21rst, 2014)

40.

Dark October night with a
distant yawn-roar of traffic.

My wife breathes on in calm
sleep upon our newly made
bed in a newly made room.

A drunken yelling voice outside
breaks the black-liquid silence
and kids breath on as well
in their own sleep crowded by
            kid-dreams and
            it seems I’m the
            only one up left
            to scribble.

The crazed day-end insect
screech is gone, subsided
into the various bright red
rust colors of fall.
          
Now there’s only that yawn roar
               of distant traffic
               and occasional
               hoot of lonesome
               river barges over
               the dark cold
               Missouri river gurgling
               close by the slumbering
               shoulders of everyone’s
               east Nebraska
               sleep.

(October 21rst, 2014)

_________________

No comments:

Post a Comment