Poetry / 4:37 AM

My tendency to wake up
in the middle of the night strikes again

With the blinds up and the window open
I lay in bed like a faithful dog,
staring at street lights resembling
the star that led Joseph and Mary
to the manger

I watch signals slow, stop and go
pass without traffic
The sign continually says don’t walk
with a steady red hand,
like me it does not blink

I see leaves rustle without sound
and pitch black sleep far and wide

I think of you
And decide to take two chewable melatonin,
then swallow one unisom via Strawberry lime soda

A car turns the corner
on Belleview, a one way street
and its going the wrong way
too early, too late
to change its path
until un-coming traffic plays the horn section
of a disastrous ensemble

Red, walk
Green, don’t walk

The wind pushes the breeze
and I finally hear
the leaves
Sleep
Baby
Sleep
they say to me
While you
remain
out of reach

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