Expire
Dearest night, I wish I had more time For your lulls of quiet Between gentle thunder And the last drips of rain Stars peek over the arms Of the tree of shadows Frogs honk in the distance, Beginning a chorus in Response A croaking crescendo And a sudden stop. Then the crickets chirp The voices of night. Mind numb, I drag myself to bed Wishing for more time Even as I close my eyes And perish for the night
