by Luis Medel

Created on: July 07, 2008

Tossing and turning in front of a quiet television
Hoping sleep can finally meet me for the evening
It won't
My mind racing and heart pacing
Hopefully can retire and bring me just a little peace
It won't

So I make my way to the front door
I find myself a spot in the shadow of a tree
hiding from the lonely street light across the street
I feel a chilly breeze rub my shoulders every so gently
The light snore of a town dreaming
Trees barely shiver
Not a soul in sight
A distant hum of cars and trucks in their nocturnal commute
Besides that, not a bird, not a sound

I watch the smoke dissipate into a thin fog then disappear
I look to my left and look at how far the side walk goes into a tiny dot of nothing
I hear a cat's meow and hiss
Probably feel the same
A few faint stars in a relatively faint sky
Covered by roof tops and tree branches
No moon either
Probably feel the same
A cold sidewalk to pace on
From one spot to the next
Not an ear to listen
Not a voice to speak

Just the lonely street light
and the subtle treble of the night

And me

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