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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