2/12/2021

Reading in Bed


I fall asleep on my back

book spread open 

pages 38-39 slumbering 

like an infant on my chest.


I wake just before dawn, 

turn to face the window, 

watch the snow falling

on endnotes, page 400. 


[LSS, 2/12/21] 


Four O’Clock Blues 


Your saving grace

was that you slit 

only the envelope 

and not the entire sky 

in your fever to know 

what was hidden inside 

that gaudy piñata.


[LSS, 2/12/21]

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