Monday, January 13, 2014

A very short poem

my eyelids are drooping, even my flute gets short shrift,
the salmon is settling into my belly, there are no dishes to be done.
thank you, brother.
i'm hot, i'm cold, my shoes are stuck to my socks,
my pants swish against each other on every tired stride,
my pajamas are calling to me.
i will go to them.

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