Heather Sager

Can’t Sleep

Through my window

the train horn blurts

 

Yellow and red leaves

touch the screen

 

Imagine a troupe of

elephants playing

some kind of jazz horn

when the trains pass

 

I try to scavenge

an afternoon nap, but can’t sleep

The train wakes me up

night and day

My thoughts wake me up

 

I wonder about people

who love fog horns

 

Maybe, wrecked upon bed,

listless, I will come to love

the noise of my life

 

Today, I will walk out

into the drizzle that’s started

Find my knit cap

A park that’s green


Heather Sager lives in Illinois where she writes poetry and fiction. Most recently, she has contributed poetry to Bending Genres, the New Feathers Anthology, The Basilisk Tree, Creative Flight, Moss Puppy Magazine, Backwards Trajectory, 7th-Circle Pyrite, and more journals.


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