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Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep

2/28/2014

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  The house creaks some

Bird squawks loud and long--

Both a form of sighing in relief

That all machines have finally turned off.

Now you can hear what nothing sounds like.

The silence is deafening,

So sweet a bird can’t help but sing,

The house a long exhale.

Black dark night makes ears ring,

Ushering in the changing of the guard.

The eyes, straining to make sense

Of nothing when even the moon has left

Its post, must listen harder.

Ears will do the looking now.

Some breeze

Rolling through town like a visiting pilgrim

Drops the credentials of a skunk

On it’s way by.

Noses twitch,

As if that could help

What isn’t heard and can’t be seen.

The house lets out another sigh

And even as these old bones creak

I never hear the stones cry out,

Until I lay me down to sleep.

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    j. david gray

    Using a pen, a sharp tongue, and a sense of humor.

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