20061010 – Untitled 3

It’s the middle of the night,
or the top left edge of morning,
and I’ve nothing to do but try and
capture these words as they fall from my sky,
give them a gentle home on the page
rather than let them shatter on the street
and be swept into the storm sewer by rain.

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