Night Music

Night Music
for Li Po

I don’t open envelopes anymore.
I don’t search for anything
in my filing cabinet.
I dream about empty room
in old houses.
I watch my phone like
it’s a t.v. show.

The neighbors sit
on their front porches
and shout at each other.

I talk to no one.

A miracle is happening
in the distance.
Thunder, lightening and rain.

I turn the lights and t.v. off,
sit back, listen and wait.

Music in the night time of my soul.

James Wood



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