Friday, March 11, 2011

Safe in a Storm

Dry in my tent.  Body is spent.
Muscles ache.  Barely awake.
Bag is warm.  Safe in a storm.
Sentence is blurry.  Sleep in a hurry.
Book drops.  Wind stops.  
Eyelids retire.  Thoughts expire.


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