There is a boastfulness, half explored--as if sleep was an excuse!
Where do I go when I fall asleep?
And what girl did I miss, surveying the fence-posts
Across which sheep casually roam?
If I have to fall to Earth, I'd like to fall here.
When a girl wakes up you can feel it.
Her toes lift up off the sheets--
They are lighter than the snow.
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