Another Untitled Poem

Story by Dwale on SoFurry

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This one's been knocking around my head for a while. Finally wrote it.


Summer, season of hot insomnia,

That much never seems to change at all.

Laying awake in the red desert night,

I shape woods from shadow and wait for fall.

Ten years now gone, and who thought I would miss

The songs of crickets, owls and katydids?

Back then, I would have gathered a hammer,

Smashed them flat as Pinocchio's conscience.

Testing palisades of clocks and yardsticks,

No advent waits for the restive dreamer.

I bandage my tattered, bitten hand and

Turn the smoke rings on my cloven finger.