Wednesday, August 24, 2005,9:19 PM
Over
The outside night stretches my soul.
The tension of a hundred year day
slowly pours out of my eyes.

The crickets are so thrilled to be in the dark
(no one can see them now)
they can't hold it anymore.
My energy is gladly given to them.

No more until the morning...
 
posted by J. Andrew Lockhart
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