12/09/2020

Insomnia Diary: Ice Dam


Snow melt dripping off the eaves, 

the beginningless beginning 

of a sleepless sleep. 


[LSS, 12/9/20]



Insomnia Diary: The Big Sleep Up


The morning rejects 

what the middle of the night 

mistook for proof.

There is no snow this time.


[LSS, 12/9/20]


Insomnia Diary: Attempting Nothing

The river stops to laugh 

at a dam made of water.


Boats on the river:  

not uncontrollable,

just not controlled.


[LSS, 12/9/20]


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