Thursday, March 13, 2014

trying to shake the night

i dreamt you died,
and woke up, crying
my first irrational thought was to call
half three on a winter morning
you were probably awake,
working, muddling over some
problem only you see
but still, it seemed unseemly.

I went back to sleep
to dreams streaked with blood
and waking again to my alarm
I tried to shake the night

strong coffee
and watching as
daylight makes its feeble attempts
on a winter horizon
half seven and there's
no light
as the song goes

in the end, I guess
I hope
that's what we're all doing
waiting for a morning
of spring too soon to feel
and trying to shake the night

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