Monday, March 6, 2023

Night Sounds

A horn sobs

In the night. Closer-

In a dog barks. The

Horn’s diminishing

Hides its voice in a

Series of cars successively

Passing.   One winds up,

Someone young and glad.

And from a bike snarls

Growls upon Expressway to

The North.  I’ve shriven

My shaggy head with it all

Too many times – Waking

As I still do to see Susan

Sitting in a chair nearby,

Reading Agatha Christie whose

Hercule Poirot would see me

As having dwindled these past

Few years, never completely

Distinguishing myself from she

Who passed beyond my keeping.

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