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Chopping the Night

I sleep in a strange house tonight
with sounds, voices all its own

a quiet neighborhood, horses next door,
a snort, not traffic, awakens me

in the dark, faintly, a tongue clucks
down the hall

I shuffle out, see the flash
a brass pendulum swings

an axe chopping the night
in a half moon glow

I open the glass
and gently stop the violence

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Brian Rihlmann was born in New Jersey and currently resides in Reno, Nevada. He writes free verse poetry, much of it confessional. Folk poetry, for folks. He has been published in Blognostics, Red Eft Review, Spillwords, Synchronized Chaos, Cajun Mutt Press, The Rye Whiskey Review, and others.