There are visions of highway men

late at night.  Cars slow, looking about.

Weary travelers without planning.

Sounds increase past midnight, raising

caution and suspicion.

Ragged freight trains punch pull

through town.  Dogs sleep off day

with restless legs and twitching ears,

chasing spirit cats in dreams.

A church bell runs out three.

Thieves fail to notice.  Lovers

hope it’s not four.  Those awake wish

for six.  A child cries.  Snoring ignores


The outside soon raises the curtain on dawn.

One more day to create beginning.


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