Sunday, July 15, 2018

this is another life

I've been reading Ray Bradbury
and he reminded me of this old poem
from Another Life.

This is Who

So this is who walks around at 2 AM
in the neighborhood all blacked out
except for the tall amber street lamps
spaced every block and a half
I’m out walking the baby
in charge of wide-eyed insomnia
when the leaves of the willow
rattle behind us and ahead
a rabbit darts over the street
silent as a dream going home
to sleeping home 

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