Jan Oscar Hansen

Disturbed Sleep

police sirens tore into the night and
darkness undulated,

flooded shop
entrances and yards before settling
back to black mirror;

stars snowed
in the outer galaxy, a few fell into
streets, glowed, like malignly ember,
on asphalt;

a widow looked out into
the street below with total disinterest,
drew curtains and went back to sleep;

silence dripped from old roof tiles,
kept the lonely awake.