this night is loud
the house continually
settling
a clatter of stars
or do they ring out
like fallen coins
to steal a moment
convincingly
there can be no hesitation
a minute must be
occupied completely
by nothing at all
a low jet-plane
and thoughts intrude
and now it is
just late
dawn coming head-on
from miles away
OPTIONAL POETRY 
Still trying to figure out how to inhabit those moments.
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Me, too
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“Or do they ring out / like fallen coins” … Great poem, C.
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Thank you, Jeff!
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