the owl sounds like the
tugboat’s horn with ship in tow
there’s fatigue in the
second sounding
that is replaced by a car
burning rubber in the distance
like a child's screaming fit
trying to wake the adults
then a voice in conversation
with a deaf sky loud because
he wants the darkness to hear
blames and curses and repent
but the man seems
in an unforgiving mood
at 3 am in the wandering cold
and keeps talking
remember the night is only
a blanket pulled up to the chin
of day
nothing keeps the eyes
of the restless closed
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