Later

twist in the grass
curves, angles tight

damp earth beneath
sky flickers light

she's like a chigger
evil little mite

takes a piece of you
one sweet bite

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What It Is

leaving the bathroom this morning
I saw covers pulled over his shoulders;
he wants to sleep a little longer

up early, I need solitude,
coffee and frequently a pen and paper;
there are things to sort

this morning I dreamt of you,
I have for years and
sometimes they've come true;
it worries and astounds me

he says it's indicative
of how much time
I spend on others;
too much, he says,
it isn't healthy
in the dream, you talked
from the opposite end of
a rotary telephone,
the hard black receiver
cupped your face like a hand

I sensed it was mine and
listened because its what I do;
you always have a lot to say
even in my dreams

you posed a jumbled question,
something that I couldn't hear;
while the line was still
I answered - unable to stop

words tumbled out like
the black numbers printed
on a dial plate, 1, 3, 7, 9

I looked down; the cloth
handset cord hung mid-air,
frayed and disconnected
like some discarded toy
children use for make-believe

indicative of
what it is

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