hardly ever this late
night writing retired
years ago on a porch
that no longer exists
in memory alone
have to wait another
ten minutes since
brother left door if you are
looking from the street
remains quiet tonight
inspiration left behind
as if by design
everything from above
falls rapidly approaching
wishing for another trip
down a flight of stairs
somehow not becoming
familiar with surrounding
areas of the mind
field running but getting
tired of the commute…
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