Up in Smoke, 2013


no wind moaning
no shutters flapping

doors standing still
in the darkest night
heat rising piercing through
as light enters the crack

at daylight no crickets
or frogs telling stories
just the heavy stillness
of some summer nights

away from breezed seas
laying awake interspersed




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