My town sits quiet.

The sun has bled out.

Blinds are tight.  Dog chase

cats in their dreams.  Stop lights

blink red.  A billion stars hold

silent over our spinning planet.

Winds have muscled to another

place.  Cool air yawns onto

lawns and weeds.  Dew weeps

without crying.  The history of

yesterday lays flat at the newsstand.

The voices, shadows, cars, songs,

machines and whistles find

restrain, while the clocks control

the night.



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