One valued hour stolen...
too early for even an early morn
Awake.....sleep grabbed away
hard wind shuddering between houses
whistling along wires
punting cloudy fluffs across blue black sky still filled with stars and downing moon
under lit by brassy streetlights
shining down on nighttime rainy streets.
“Three o’clock is always too late or too early
for anything you want to do.”
~ Jean-Paul Sartre
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