Saturday, February 4, 2017

How could anyone sleep?

‘There Was a Great Want of Civility’ 

All night in the trees,
the whispering,
a great disorder, not the way

leaves talk among themselves
during the day, not the rustle
of squirrels and birds among them,

but a tossing, shiftless shadow
weight of darkness,
leaf to leaf.

I dared not close my eyes
for fear it would have
its way with me.

could anyone sleep?

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