night poem, October 19, 2016



The warm nights in late summer

When no one seemed to need sleep

We drove out the county road

To the falls of the river

And waded beneath

And climbed onto

And sat on the great stones

In the mists

Someone always had a radio

And we’d listen to the Chicago station

Beatles and Stones and Van Morrison

Creedence Clearwater Revival

After a while the only traffic was trucks

Grinding and bellowing

Their ways to the coal mines

While we laid back

And looked at the stars

Feeling immortal


Copyright 2016

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