putting my head down on my porch table
as if it were a desk in some boring classroom
back up to the sounds of the night all around
wind rattles the glass on the thirty year old porch
it might take me that long to get my head on straight again
if in fact it was ever on at all
maybe it became dislodged and I didn't notice
putting my head down wondering when it will all make sense
and the enormous wind will die down a bit
will I be able to find the story of tonight
despite the wind and the rain threatening
will it come before sleep tonight...
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