Night Flight
it be late at night
but the urge feels right
for an early dawn write
at the push of a button
not quite all of a sudden
mind vapors are put in
all the right places
to slow up the paces
and see what's been faceless
these past many months
despite the sighs and grunts
to log in the soup of poetry stunts
where one can build castles
without all the hassles
of computer program rascals
their logic of contexts and contents
a constant of restraints
that somehow just stinks
up down and sideways
nights and days
trying usual and imaginary ways
to log on then today
an email came this way
what happened i can't say
things just went right
this odd saturday night
my butterfly...now...in flight
stan sand
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