late afternoon nap

I dream that I am awake

talking to you


when I wake

alone

see the dormant

phone


it’s as if falling

from a great height


and the big black crow

out the window

he yells “fool”


but I know better


very soon now

the phone rings


(D James)


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Published on February 26, 2016 18:17
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