Nightshift

Only one thing about the equal night shift became, Still, the darkness would’ve been heavy, silent night whenever midair moonlight shined, reflecting those stars upraising heavenly on this in the incurrent moment, bed chamber sleepers, inclination couch-like bed, fall asleep with the sound of nature resourceful, recounting sheep over the fence clockwise up and down on the spotted beautifully. At the first line cloudburst headless tender and mellow pillows allowed to rest, shut and closed eyes lightly snug and tug in kind

 

Written by

Michael James Brindley

4-27-25