Sunday, July 22, 2012

Sleepless Fragments

At two, I trace the lamp from base to switch, 
wide awake, circling an urge for hours. 

Like holding a telescope to the bones – 
the cat’s purr, gurgling a dirge for hours. 

To revive the blooms of cut hydrangeas, 
lay them in cool water, submerge for hours.

1 comment:

Carol Steel said...

I love the echoes of sound from stanza to stanza. And the heard and seen images you've written.

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