Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Central Pennsylvania.

I wish this lamp worked through the storm!

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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