Thursday, October 28, 2010

In Which I Get Up From A Nap With Little Ambition

I'm sure that I'll regret it later. It's
Already dark; I missed the afternoon
With sleeping. Evening now, my old dog sits
(Or rather sprawls) atop my feet, and soon
I'll have a cup of tea. It's glamorous
To be me, and at home, while on the mend.
I feel your envy, know that you'd be us
If given any chance. Well, know, my friend,
It is quite peaceful. Rush hour's died down.
Reflected in my kitchen window, I
Look like I might yet live. Outside, the town
Begins to power off. A cloudless sky
Looms dark and quiet over all. Tonight:
Continued quiet. Might be time to write.

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