A dog is barking into the night,
I'm inside rattling the keyboard. No moon,
no intruder, no reason, we both have nothing
to say. A neighbor goes out and howls
at the dog, later we come to our senses
and the moon intrudes on a quiet street.
Only the bat has something to say,
and he mutters just to himself,
like a poet on a quiet street.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Nothing to Say
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4 comments:
Great last image! Very concise.
A taste of life that leaves a smile.
Nothing to say, yet you said so much. Loved it! Especially the last stanza.
Mike,
Very nice poem. The addled wits of the witching hour. When Ronco makes their sales.
Tschuess,
Chrsi
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