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Like The Wind In The Middle Of The Night


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the middle of the night
is thea place I often go
alone with my thoughts
poking me

if I poke back
it will be a long night
so I let them slide like Teflon
or drift as if
they were the fluff
of cumulus clouds

I wait
breathing in and out
letting my thoughts dissipate

I count the more pleasant thoughts
instead
silently keeping them in my head
enumerating colors and small details
of all the beautiful vintage clothes
I used to wear so long ago
and how dressing that way
transformed me from the inside

sighing
suddenly satisfied
I feel settled somehow differently
knowing
back then I made a better show

sometimes
when strangers looked at me
when I wore something odd or interesting
they were unable to look that close
or care
in anything but banal curiosity
I was transformed into a topic for awhile
maybe even a pleasant oddity
and then like the rushing wind
a small bird on the wing
I moved from their minds to somewhere else
fluttering

maybe winging up into
effortless cumulus clouds
then waiting to dissipate
into the thinness of time
eventually falling down
with the deafening silence of the rain.



LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM
WRITTEN DIRECTLY TO THE PAGE
I THINK WITH THIS I WILL RETURN TO SLEEP
3:39aM pst 8/1/2019 TIME DATE STAMPED
AND ALSO FOR THIS AUTHOR MELISSA A. HOWELLS
AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE
MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD

THANK YOU AND GOOD NIGHT WORLD





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