I wrote a little poem in my driveway at 2 am after I took a stroll around the block. Ive never gone around the block without my dogs. It was so dark, and quiet. Not as comforting as a midnight dog stroll. These are the lights are on my scooter. Here is my poem:
The night air is thick with humidity.
It is stale as sweat drips down my back.
My hair is curling in ringlets around my face
Sticking to my skin.
The air conditioning was suffocating me
The midnight air is stifling.
A night bird sings me a song.
I didn’t know night birds could sing.
She flew right past me so I now know she does exist.
I guess that means I do too.
Listen, you can hear her…