30 Apr 01

 

While Others Sleep

 

There is a sense

Of freedom -ease

That comes to me

When the city

Outside this house

Goes to sleep

Silence - interrupted

Only occasionally

By a lone vehicle

On the streets

The blowing wind

Rustling through

The trees

A birds peep

This is a

Time of recovery

For me

From the

Rest of humanity

 

CALDER WOLFE

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