the day returns too soon
incorporate a sheikh and cowboy gear
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2 comments:
post-kooza
by dot
when one goes to sleep at 2AM or 3AM
the day always returns too soon.
but tonight I danced with my eyes,
not with sheikhs and cowboys
but with dancers and high wire walkers and teeterers
and wheel of death walkers
I sat amazed, and held my breath and
watched
awed
heart pounding
and happy that tonight I would be in bed early
by midnight
(oops, I missed it)
okay, by 1AM
(if I hurry)
so that tomorrow morning the 9AM alarm
will not announce a too early day
because there will have been enough
sleep.
april showers
by Deb
gust upon gust
wind whips its angry
tail, slashing and crashing
throwing unseen and menacing
depris
an unknown something hits the house
and i wonder
was that a cowboy boot
and if so
where is the owner
and rain sways and slants
rippling rhythmic water
like a large harem dancer
stomping her bejewelled
toes on our metal roof
she shimmies strong
seeking the favor
of tonights storm sheikh
i curl and cuddle
loving this kind of storm
it steals my unkind energy
and leaves me calm
but i know
with all certain knowing
this storm will pass
night will be taken by dawn
and the day will have
returned too soon
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