Saturday, February 4, 2017
How could anyone sleep?
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.
How
could anyone sleep?
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