Automatic Midnight

I Am an old man in the middle of the night

up to piddle

Seeing nothing in my blinded way

I hear the night sounds

Far away

trucks pounding on the distant highway

Close enough

crickets chirping in my backyard

So prayers up and out the bathroom window

into the star dark oblivion

I stumble

back to bed

holy and relieved

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