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INSOMNIA
-by
Wallace Blue
On
winter nights
I
lie awake while the
Moon
shines through the window
And
the hoot owl beckons me
To
join him.
I
consider it,
Then
pull the covers tight
Against
the cold.
In
Spring I'm tempted
to
join the Whippoorwill
In
the meadow on his
All
night vigil.
Then
I hear the coyotes'
Howl
echo from the hollow
Where
the creek runs cold,
And
reconsider.
I
listen to the
Metallic
whine of the cicadas
On
hot summer nights
And
watch as the night breeze
Billows
the curtains back and forth
Above
my head while
The
leak stains on the ceiling
Metamorphose
into shapes and animations.
In
autumn, close to
Halloween,
the wind blows
Brittle
leaves upon my window;
A
premonition of the
Winter
chill.
And
as the house creaks
Against
the wind's coercion,
I
wonder if sleep will ever come again.
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