
a sticky hot night
an open window lets in
the sound of fireworks
falling asleep to a dream
when justice for all rings true

a sticky hot night
an open window lets in
the sound of fireworks
falling asleep to a dream
when justice for all rings true
not a pleasant sound
to wake to in the morning
the raven’s CAW CAW’s
morning reflection
just above the stream of thoughts
trill of the sparrow
the moment after
the phonograph stops spinning
how loud the silence
a sudden silence
– the washing machine stopping –
sleep returns slowly