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At four A.M.

Mugginess lays

Heavy like a

Fat bed partner

Hogging the sheets

The night quiet

Broken only

Occasionally

By cars

On Markham

Even the river
Sleeps content
No tossing
Or turning
Or fitful dreams

The wind gone
Like a child
At Hide and Seek
While I close
My eyes counting

There is a magical
Strangeness about this hour
A still loneliness
Comfortable
Like old shoes