nighttime
and the peace that it brings
on a quiet neighborhood street
pavement dark with rain
here i find no judgment
not a soul to witness my insanities
after all, at 3am on a wednesday night,
who sane is around to see?
i realize quite possibly that these eccentricities
could put me in danger
(3am outside in the quiet,
after all,
is not the holiest hour)
but surrounded by crickets,
three yellowed streetlamps,
damp foliage,
and the personalities i’ve assigned to the faces of my neighbor’s familiar homes,
i find it difficult to be afraid
in fact, i feel most safe,
most comfortable in my singularity
sitting outside on a damp wednesday night
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