I sit at this dining room table typing, hoping
words to converge, converse into something, anything
resembling a poem. I am tired & need to get some sleep
and yet this is what I am choosing to do. Feeling
the cold tile under my bare feet reassures me that I am not sleeping
Not yet, anyway. I leave this blog in the hopes that perhaps my dreams
Will conjure up something more substantial in sleep than I am while (still) awake.
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