national poetry month, day 17

Having spent a great many 3 a.m.s willingly or unwillingly awake, I appreciate this offering.


Poem to be Read at 3 A.M.

Excepting the diner
On the outskirts
The town of Ladora
At 3 A.M.
Was dark but
For my headlights
And up in
One second-story room
A single light
Where someone
Was sick or
Perhaps reading
As I drove past
At seventy
Not thinking
This poem
Is for whoever
Had the light on

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