In the dark I wink and play
Vastness in a small display.
This nasty woman pounds about
She’ll drive thee to thy dwelling.
And smite thee on thy head
If thou come out
B’fore her dispelling....
Her growing children at thy feet
Impede thy going on the street.
Who are the nighttime pixies
That tip toe in and out
Rearranging thought with their passing?
We hear the kiss as it greets the earth
Then once again starts the journey.
I am a wheel
Yet bear no load
Neither do I
Meet the road.
a steering wheel
Each year these fingers lose their grip
As Mistral starts her chilling pick.
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