the darkness arrives
just like any other night
it would be one where loneliness
is approaching too
like a ship to dock
it’s been years since
seen anything like this
close the book on things that might distract
taking time away from what is important
the darkness doesn’t
have the same sting
twenty-five killer bees
attacking night after night
they couldn’t think of killing the idea
arriving on time as usual thoughts
for an unusual man so much time
with pen in hand
darkness forcing it’s way through
the seventy degree October afternoon
where so many thoughts stand
like trees in a silent forest
smiling back at the road
with no end in sight…
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