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With the end of Daylight Savings, my brain — already a tricky object at night — is fairly confused, and that makes for some interesting poems, I guess.
Yesterday’s Poem:
Oh,
hour,
lost hour,
you gentle flower –
hidden
in the shadows
of bloom –
we forgot
you were there
until you
reappeared
at the door
of dawn’s
empty room
Today’s Poem:
My brain
won’t believe
what the clock
seems to sayI’m open-eyed
and wide awake
with hours before
the day
Peace (tick tock goes the clock),
Kevin