outside the sun shines
despite the cold air
seasonably normal I suppose
fire from the twilight
remained hot and smoldering
right through the early morning frost
finally up front and center
with these thoughts
the ones that never seem to stop
no matter how hard the eyes
are closed sleep interrupted
over and over again
wishing I knew the remedy
waking up exhausted still
as if sleep avoided this mind
all night long alone in a semi-familiar
spot but the back yard landscape
is where it seems
to flow from the pen...
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