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John Daleiden, US

 

Journey Through the Night

 

Sunset
draws me back home
to good food and coolness

from the backyard the mountain range
fades out.

Midnight
I hear traffic
on the night desert air

in my dreams I visit unique
places.

A beach
lined with palm trees,
cooling white waves and sand,
in the distance blue skies and waves

surf's up

The cat
pokes her cold nose
in my hair, begging food

in the kitchen bacon frying

breakfast.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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