no boundaries mar the thin red edge
all is calm in the realm of dreamsnightmares in the bedside drawer
closed eyes move in REM
dawn breaks hot, another day
monsoons off, a month away
awake I stretch and then I yawn
as I smell the aroma
daybreak offers
many things I need to do
one more cup will get me through
no longer, my first thoughts of you
how you are; will we talk?
that no longer matters
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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