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It hasn’t been as cold lately The train of shopping carts rattles Vibrate my forearms Especially as I cross the yellow speed bumps on the ground The city put those there to trip up skateboarders And to confuse babies in strollers Old women on walkers avoid them There are things designed to make us slower More careful I think about my last poetry reading while filling the coolers And don’t ask myself why when alone I take myself to the places that make me most happy My cashier asks me when he can go home You do everything slower when You keep yourself company When you’re lonely You’re not savoring moments You just taking your time Because you can I set the alarms and lock the doors The moon has been out for a while I will go home and write Everyone is asleep except for me I crack open a few beers Open the window so the moon can keep me company Forever I thought there was something wrong with me But I have learned Like the moon Some things will only shine in the nighttime Not everything looks like gold under the sunlight
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Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 5:21 PM UTC
Hello Nighttime
It hasn’t been as cold lately The train of shopping carts rattles Vibrate my forearms Especially as I cross the yellow speed bumps on the ground The city put those there to trip up skateboarders And to confuse babies in strollers Old women on walkers avoid them There are things designed to make us slower More careful I think about my last poetry reading while filling the coolers And don’t ask myself why when alone I take myself to the places that make me most happy My cashier asks me when he can go home You do everything slower when You keep yourself company When you’re lonely You’re not savoring moments You just taking your time Because you can I set the alarms and lock the doors The moon has been out for a while I will go home and write Everyone is asleep except for me I crack open a few beers Open the window so the moon can keep me company Forever I thought there was something wrong with me But I have learned Like the moon Some things will only shine in the nighttime Not everything looks like gold under the sunlight
jon-tobias
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Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 5:21 PM UTC
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