At night when all are asleep
in the stillness of the night,
I pull the shade and snap it high
to gaze through the pines at the bright
stars above.
Now and then I catch a shooter
to wish upon.
Thoughts of my day
rush through my stilled mind.
A distant train 3 miles away,
across the road that once was
an open field,
now strewn with houses...
most vacant.
Making wishes and thinking
about life...
and
things to come.
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