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Before Dawn |
outside your window
sailboats rock and nod,
off to sleep within
the arms of the sea
a breeze tonight
soft as bellows fills
your chest which deflates, slumps
against the edge of your desk,
your head, an anchor buried
in a heavy bed of sand
till early morning, you wake
as the day drifts in
copyright 2008
Timothy
Gager |
