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]