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February 1985

 

late at night

I lie on the floor

and struggle with sleep

not succeeding

and turning out

I write a poem

that also fails

I ball it up

as I have been

and toss it to the cat

who rolls it about

in careless play

and has a bit of fun

 

it came to some good

after all

 


 

Not sleeping; on the floor of the

organ room, way too late at night.

 


Each New Day A Miracle
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