unable to sleep,
you rise from your bed
and peer out
at the darkened streets,
the empty sky
of trees.
the rounded backs
of cars catching
the wash of pink
lamplights
near the woods.
nothing stirs,
but you. wondering
in the shadows,
unclothed, untired,
what's to become
of everything.
Sunday, January 25, 2015
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