Tuesday, September 15, 2020

 



In the soft light at the end of the night
Sleep slips away and I let it
Before thought begins I gird up my shins
Throw off the bad dream and forget it
Before the day's heat rubber boots on my feet
I walk to the dew glittered garden
The bending of back and the weight of the sack
Cancel all painful thoughts like a pardon.

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