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BEDDED DOWN FOR THE NIGHT

It was a crumbling two lane road at dusk we saw their silhouettes on a ridge. Blacktop shadow leading us down the middle, fading to gray-green and peach and rays of blue like fingers losing their grip over the mountain, blood-orange grass calmly striving through patches worn by time. The whine of our small engine fell quietly into neutral so we could slow, turn, gaze in peace. That night all the hotels were full. It was the first night of many someone took us into their home, fed us, gave us a pillow.

From CUBA: AN ADVENTURE IN IMAGE AND WORD Opening reception Friday, May 16th, 5-8pm, Abend Gallery, Colfax and York, Denver CO. Paintings by Peggy McGivern. Readings by Peter Stravlo

The End of Night

I use more of each night until sleep is a burden
Those peaceful hours that mean so much
That I do not go back to sleep
The sounds of the city are finally articulate
A train warning no one
A huge slab of metal crashing for years over a crater in the road
Because I’ve never been able to think of it as anything else
Buses ending, then beginning
Walking voices
Lives beyond the shades
A lonely siren like a random alarm clock
Age lending urgency to time
Between dreams and reality
Beholden to no one