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At Last, At Least


A Poem by Adam Greenfield

 

Lying in bed at night
is when I let my world wander
from the red hair girl next door
to the one before her
so my world wobbles
on its flimsy axis
and spins counter-productive
to the time of day.
 
I know I need my rest
but my best days
are around here somewhere.
 
If I never find them
I hope one day
I can rest at last
at least
because my past
won’t let me sleep
with its weeping widows
and creeping Charlie
chasing away the stray sundogs.

© 2008 Adam Greenfield
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