pearls on a worn string slipping down the line from one hour to the next of jewelled slumber but in between a frayed cord of anxious waking, hot turning, grasping for a lifeline that my sweaty touch disintegrates, dreams clattering to the floor and here I am again, awake ~~~
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Hot or cold
I don't want to post only my happy poems, but when I read I do not always want to be dragged into the muck of someone else's fear without warning. Warning: This is my fear. Wear your tall boots. Love, Ellen ~~~ How does anyone sleep through global warming how did we sleep through the … Continue reading Hot or cold
