Late night post-midnight…

Zay Pareltheon
Nov 6 · 1 min read

2019–11–03

Photo by Oliver Paaske on Unsplash

Late night post-midnight post-leaf fall wakings,
When only limbs and branches remain skyward
And browning leaves have all left their spaces -
Open, open to the sky and wind and sounds
Of the passing train now louder than before.

Leaf cushion’s gone — the passing train echoes
Loudly with click, clank, clunk of heavy wheels
Along the metal rails — far to the distance
Like a sounded sea horizon — auditory canvas -
Until the horizon line evaporates to the sky.

This midnight habit of waking to hear
The passing harmonious cacaphonies -
A delightful sinful bad habit — years old -
Imaginings — temptations to potentialities.

Zay Pareltheon

Written by

Maine writer, retired teacher. Compromised eyesight — uncompromised vision. Write to me at — zay.pareltheon@zenyet.org

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