my eyes open
and the barest shrug of light persuades me
I am awake
seems the argument weakens though
as daytime hours collapse upon themselves
as my thoughts muddy the sky
and my questions dry up like autumn leaves
shreds of life
discarded and dragged
along windblown sidewalks
by unthinking galoshes
and I nod off
just before neighborhood windows
2 thoughts on “Muddy”
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Thank you, dear Patty!