Friday, February 26, 2021

Could Hold My Breath


could hold my breath

toss and turn with sick worry 

but won’t - hear the music  


quietly head rises  

from crossed hands out of dreamland 

fog lifts from the mind 



soft sound of snoring 

from spouse serenades the room 

rooted love blossoms 

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