A Nightly Stroll

snowy evening dreams

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.

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Daybreak

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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