Or not at all
let the sky wring out night
take its weary fill elsewhere
chaperone some flighty heart
to waking border sounds,
those humid chimes
carved out as they must
by this hinting solitude to rise
only speak intrusion
let’s keep our secret here,
bide some more
of yesterday today tomorrow
laugh at me rewind the clocks
back into our many lives
these hours, always
James Walton Poetry 