4.40am

I can hear cars somewhere nearby
but if I look around there is nothing but brown leaves for miles each way

the sky screams so hard and so bitter that I swear it'll call my name if I don't look up at it
birds scream their lungs out to be heard but not seen

I don't know how the world can be so still and so loud
a thousand ducks clamour a mile away, but those I can see just drift along without effort, occasionally calling in hushed tones

eyes watch me, over fences, through hedges, scared to be seen

I approach town and can hear the people whispering in their sleep, as if they believe any of this would be here when they arrive with their morning

Written Jan '08

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