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Apr 2015
The monotonous sound of the engine running
running but unmoving under the hood
still as the air and silently purring
as if not to wake anyone

None stirred as the beast sat waiting
waiting in the bitter cold of night
cold as the ice and silently churning
as if not to wake anyone

Light emerges from the crack beneath
beneath the door, slowly climbing
climbing like a mountaineer and silently burning
as if not to wake anyone

Silent rendezvous beneath the stars
stars and sleep soon after followed quietly
quietly as you stood and silently left
as if not to wake anyone
Brad
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Brad  Ontario
(Ontario)   
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