I listen to the sounds
of the night
while staring at the starry night
and thinking.
I hear the SWISH of the wind and the DONG of the church clock
as it strikes twelve.
I listen to the sounds of the people who are still awake.
I listen to the Starry Night.
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Derrek R.'s Poetry Book
PoetryThese are the poems I have written. They aren't great but I am still posting.