When I look out my window
at night and look into the vast,
empty openness,
a chill goes down my spine.
I think of my cat.
Actually, no, he's not dark enough.
What about the soot in the chimney?
Not dark enough.
A drop of petrol?
Still darker.
My heart?
Almost.
But that's still not darker than
the night.
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Poetry from Inside my Head
PoetryPoems will appear periodically in this book whenever an idea appears periodically in my head.
