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Friday, March 30, 2012

Twitter poems 7

I keep almost finished books
by my bed. Procrastination
may kill me, but in the end
I could have extra time to read.

In the night air,
planes chrrr overhead,
trains couple,
trucks shift
on the interstate.
Dreams take me places
without a sound.

Late night guests
chatter softly in my ear
hoping I’m listening.
This poem is written
in spite of them.
not minding either of us

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