Spring dusk comes later and later;
day slowly empties out of me and I wait--for something or someone--
maybe the monsters fumbling under the bed will finally reveal themselves
when dark settles in. I tie my pajama pants tight as if there are secrets
I refuse to loosen. The sky is all grays now--gray clouds dot
the gray sky. And still, I wait.
Sunday, March 24, 2013
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