keeping the peace, with a shotgun

burn a few petals at a home-made altar

incense rises up

caffeine’s done its job but good

proof’s the dregs in the cup

tribute is silence

creeping around

silent feet, for him

working stiffs

don’t get much sleep

it’s a gift, for him

clock says

{chimes}

it’s two a.m.

the birds and I, we can’t sleep

but we

{chimes}

can keep

the peace for him

at least with a shotgun

disturb a few feathers

and leaves

 

 

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