Lillian Susan Thomas - Day Sleepers

Grave-shift workers reach Zen-like focus

That sometimes amplifies noises -

Pecans thwacking the tin roof,

And squirrels scrambling after them -

Before everything dumbs down

Into the silent sea of sleep.



The motorcycles revving

Their guttural voices

Thick with machismo

Rumble into dreams as thunder

From the wedges of towering nimbus.




The neighbors arguing,

The dogs yip-yapping in the yard,

And cats yowling under the house

As they each fight over territory,

All are lifted into dreams,

Like so many alien abductions

And become the shadow play

Of conflicts my soul is engaged in.

Lillian Susan Thomas

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