After Robert Frost
Just where I am, I do not know.
My mind is full of storm clouds though;
I wish I did not fall asleep
and let the twilight nightmares flow.
Continue reading “A Nightly Stroll”snowy evening dreams
Just where I am, I do not know.
My mind is full of storm clouds though;
I wish I did not fall asleep
and let the twilight nightmares flow.
Continue reading “A Nightly Stroll”peace
sleep alone
The ceiling vent pumping cold air into the room
groans and rattles and disturbs.
There is so much space in here,
more than can be used
by one person.
It’s almost as if
humans weren’t made
to sleep alone.
The pillows have gone flat so quickly,
so why were they so expensive?
A philodendron propagates
in a mug of water.
Hopefully, that new leaf
will unfurl soon.
The alarm clock is wrong;
its time changed when the power went out
for just a second this afternoon.
Who knows when it will be changed back.
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