When the Wind Blows by James Babbs

when the wind blows
I hear the chimes ringing
hanging from the tree
in my neighbor’s back yard
and I shiver
but I’m not really cold
I just feel old tonight
like I’ve lived for too long
standing next to the window
the lights in the distance
scattered across the darkness
like tiny little holes
and I imagine
what it would be like
crawling inside any one of them
and making my escape
the lights keep blinking and
they remind me of stars
and every star’s a sun
and there are an infinite
number of planets spinning
through the lonely vacuum of space
I lean forward
peering into the hole
at the top of the bottle
before raising the beer to my lips
and taking another drink


James Babbs is a writer, a dreamer, a three-time loser and an all-around nice guy who just wants to be left alone. James is the author of Disturbing The Light(2013) & The Weight of Invisible Things(2013) and has hundreds of poems and a few short stories scattered all over the internet.

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