Oct. 23, 2012
Nocturnal
I've gone nocturnal,
flitting back and forth like a moth.
At night I'm alive,
swimming through the dark,
brushing wings with my fellow nighthawks,
each of us patrolling the moonlight
to spare the Men of day.
We fight away nightmares,
making sure the world still turns
while no one is looking,
and at dawn we hand the reins
to the morning shift,
landing on early trains
and beds
and loaned love seats,
resting 'til the sun cools down
and the day seeks relief.
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