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*You don't have to worry about Sleep- you'll get more than enough Before driving me to the doc's,* She reminded me last night. A mental note to text my boss In the morning. He'll understand. They always do; Humans as full of love and worry As anyone. Instead of cranes, concrete trucks And workers in black and yellow Like bees outside my office window, I see pinetrees dancing with winds Warmer than yesterday's, Beyond homefields of fresh-spring -Light-brown- And she breathes heavily on the Sofa, shielded from the early Afternoon sun, Relieved from white coated, Warm-handshaking sharing Of news; none but reassuring. Streched out like a cat mid-nap. A beautiful, deflated balloon. Breathing; not bleeding. Sleeping; not anesthesized. I worry not about sleep. Hers is mine.
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Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 11:08 AM UTC
To Worry About Sleep.
*You don't have to worry about Sleep- you'll get more than enough Before driving me to the doc's,* She reminded me last night. A mental note to text my boss In the morning. He'll understand. They always do; Humans as full of love and worry As anyone. Instead of cranes, concrete trucks And workers in black and yellow Like bees outside my office window, I see pinetrees dancing with winds Warmer than yesterday's, Beyond homefields of fresh-spring -Light-brown- And she breathes heavily on the Sofa, shielded from the early Afternoon sun, Relieved from white coated, Warm-handshaking sharing Of news; none but reassuring. Streched out like a cat mid-nap. A beautiful, deflated balloon. Breathing; not bleeding. Sleeping; not anesthesized. I worry not about sleep. Hers is mine.
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Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 11:08 AM UTC
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