Into my pillow
They began to drool
Into fragments,
Almost sentences that made sense.
Morning fatigue scratched off
Day lurched and pressed forward
Sleep who was jealously mad
Gave permission a slip
Sunday afternoon greened too,
Offering a flower
I threw it on the ground
And felt my cheeks go rosy.
Day dandelions before Moon wags its silver tail,
And I only wish
I knew which
To wish on
k.h.
No comments:
Post a Comment