Night Sounds
by Sharmagne Leland-St. John

His breathing
mingles with the night sounds.
I see his furrowed brow in sleep
and wonder what he's dreaming.

Does he hear the crickets sing,
cicadas chirring, fan blades whirring
on this sultry night?

Or has the sound of diesels
screaming up on highway 99
wormed their way into his alpha dreams
and drowned the sound of breezes
sighing through the trees?

I hear the rhythm of his heartbeat
and wonder what nightmare
in his angry dream
is stirring him from sleep?



The promp "mingle with the night sounds" comes from the poem "You Left Too Soon" by Marcel Aime Duclos.  

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