Looking again at last night’s poem, dashed off in a moment, I saw the possibilty of structure. Here it is again – redone:


I wake at midnight and open the window
I know not why

The scene is the same – the empty street,
The starry sky.

The mounded snow, the neighbor’s light
All the same as any other winter night

And then I hear the singing.

copyright 2016

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