Silver Shamrock

its’ early
there is no sleep coming and i have noone to be at this hour
it could be the tearing down of the 70 year old hotel across the street with the gauging noises and the yelling of the workmen
it could be the phone vibrating from overseas
wind whipping through the old window drafty windows reminds me of a birthday
that i should be celebrating
the coffee and cigarettes are no comfort just a wind up for the let down
the will day must go on with or without me
of time or place
morning or night
its Samhain
some of us wear costumes  to hide all year long


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