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Night Song

What gets you through the night?
   Whatever it is, it’s okay
The nights are long, cold and lonely
   If it’s prayer, pray for me
   If it’s drink, drink to me
   When you dream, dream of me
I still look for luck charms
   everywhere—
I haven’t given up
An enormous tough beast
   in a roiling constellation
   its muscular arms tightly clenched
You can’t just wish yourself past this
   and thinking doesn’t help
Slowly the old clenched arms release
What is it?
   If it’s prayer, pray for me
   If it’s drink, drink to me
   When you dream, dream of me
If it’s song
   sing to me, when you can,
sing to me

-February 24, 2008-