The mechanical hum of the a.c. in the window
The opossum digging in the trash
The mosquito biting my ankle
The clouds in front of the moon
The headlights that cast shadows on my house
The cricket chirping in the untrimmed grass
The bats darting haphazardly over my head
The big dipper, and the little one tooThey have become my friends
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Bandaid: A Collection Of Poems
PoetryThings I never said, but probably should have.