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Driving to LAX at 4 am
Isabelle5

The streets are filled with Silence,
 1
her nearly visible form
 2
moving down dark hours.
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I pass a van whose driver rushes
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to empty his containers of old news,
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only to fill them with new and desperate things,
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like father # 6 coming forward
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to claim a little girl whose glamourous mother
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died in wonderful mystery.
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I pass the sweepers of the road,
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their giant brooms spinning round
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to capture the flotsam of modern pirates
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who sail concrete in ships of steel -
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their booty, stocks and bonds
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and pension plans.
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My son is waiting with packed bags.  
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We leave his wife sleeping,
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we talk of nothing urgent as we drive.
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He will sing tonight in Florida,
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I will sleep in California.
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Silence will steal into both our rooms,
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touching us with dreams of flight,
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whispering his a-cappella lullabies in my ear,
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leaving my kiss upon his stubbled cheek.
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16 Feb 07


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