a poet’s notebook
Established 02004
nap
eye mask
migraine aura
pale bursts
on a black field
somewhere
a woodpecker drills
a crow barks
1-2-3 1-2-3 1-2-3
the sound machine
pushes waves
into my ears
cat purr against
my shoulder, train
rumble & whistle
more felt than heard
who-do-you-love
it’s gone now
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