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© 2006 – 2009 Ananda Osel. All Rights Reserved.
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.
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)
[ last updated on 11/14/09 ]
© 2006 – 2009 Ananda Osel. All Rights Reserved.