5/10/11
10 O’Clock
The houses are haunted,
Pine trees sway like arms in the dark,
And the wind whistles through the air.
The fat man sits slouched in his sofa
Beer in hand, shirt below his feet,
And watches his walls turn green
To blue to pink to yellow,
Switching by the tick of the second hand.
The black cat runs across the street,
The children sleep warm in their sheets,
And for a moment everything is silent,
Until the phone rings
And a car shrieks somewhere in the night.
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