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)

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