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at about 4am

when the drunks
have passed out

when stillness has taken
the hollow day
captive

and
darkness has given way
to blackness

the street lamps
hum low like
electric crickets

the engines in the
distance roll like
the pacific

and
the lonely find
companionship in
their dreams

but
the raccoons still
rummage like
raccoons

the rain still
sounds like
two-faced regret

and
there is still no
roof over the
mountains

and with that said -
i am stricken with
sorrow to testify

that even in this
radiant hour

very little has changed.

(© 2008 Ananda Osel. First published by Unlikely.2.0)