Sleepy City

Clouds blanket the town

Soft quilt batting

Urging us to lie down in silence

Or better yet to sleep

The shops are quiet

And driver’s yawn

There is no hurry

To be still

Under a different cloud

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So wet was the moss of presence

That no dream sun could bask it dry

So long was the sky of forgetfulness

That even third eyes could not see an end