2 AM
I can hear the furnace pushing air at its lowest speed. The four clocks on the main floor are keeping time at different rates and their beats become louder then softer, as I try in vain to relax with a late night movie. A car with a missing muffler passes down our street. I know I will not be the only one to hear it.
Under a street lamp
a moth circles –
the endless night
• Mike Montreuil lives in Ottawa (Canada) and can be found at a hockey rink cheering on his son.
