A throb taut by

too many thoughts

beats in the deep

nocturnal silence.

Sleepy is the night,

but cold and distant

brings the feeble sobs
of a woman.

The old angry owl,

hidden in a pine

wrapped in night,

covers the sad,
gloomy
mewing of cats.

 

Nobody.
A scrap of paper

biting the asphalt
whirls about
and all is cleansed

by void and wind.

 

01-12-2011