Saturday, February 23, 2013

Friday Evening


Nights when I'm alone
I don't bother undressing
Sweatshirt, yoga pants.

Bedside lamp is dim,
Book unopened in my hand,
Quiet is heavy.

Three dogs in the bed
Under the covers, snoring
What do they dream of?

I plan tomorrow,
Wanting things I cannot have,
And turn out the light. 


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