Sunday, November 7, 2010

Daylight savings

It’s dark already, before dinner
before a glass of wine the neighbor
brought over, bless her in the darkness.

It’s too early to go to bed,
the dishes are undone, the letter unwritten
next to the fountain pen, ink of darkness.

It’s too early to sleep, the pages
lay open waiting to be read, the
light is turned off, I am in darkness.

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