(117) Monday Morning 5:40 a.m.


5:40 am darkness

a white haze

covers the sky

no stars

no moon

nothing moving

but the fan above me

a few frogs singing

complete and encompassing


Then a bright light


off in the east

an airplane taking off

from RSW

its beaming headlight

heads straight toward me

then bends off left

a rising star

disappears for a moment

behind the tree

then dissolves

into the haze.

i think,

someone is going home

i think,

someone has said goodbye

the frogs carry on

their quirky songs.


once again.



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