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Mar 2020
That deepest night,

Those eternal seconds of 3 AM,

The cat hour, shadows collapsed, wandering dreams

Too drunk on hope to find their way home,

Wherever that might be...and those of us

Winnowing darkness to find the light,

Our scalded sight and deafened fingers fumbling for the switch

That wakes us up

Or shuts it all off.
C M Thomas
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