2:30 AM

Voices carry in the dark

Sounds that seem urgent

may only be the mirth of youth

A man and a woman

another contentious exchange

until words find clarity

Call 911!

Then weeping, anguish

Her sobbing ends the night

In ten minutes the sirens wail

and cease amid flashing lights

The city’s wall of silence

subsumes her sorrow

And the sun will rise to shine

with Paul Simon’s Paraphenalia

When it’s all done and the police come

and they lay you down for dead

just remember what I said

 

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