I talk. The wind howls.
Willows bend. Oak branches twist.
No one hears my words.

It’s better sometimes
to simply not say, better
to wait for the dawn.

Hallway body slam
thunders sleeping eyes open.
Addled, all time stops.

Restoring demon
to saint is less noticed than
Standard to Daylight

Trudging up the stairs

second shift worker gets home,

wet shoes by the door.