Photo Poem: “Poem to Night”

Camping at night

Poem to Night

Melodies reach clouds,

through chirps,

and serenade gangs of stern

blocks pretending to be rocks

aged skins continue to soften,

in a whirlpool,

above as words whirl

below piercing sweet wisps of pipe.

The time for silence,

silent assassins,

draw blood and rejoice,

in communal frenzy for electrical light.

by David Bugg (2008)

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