Friday, March 19, 2021

Early in the AM.


Pie Scream 

Factory clanging
in the kitchen, 4am
unemployed trumpet 
mousey in my clamor. 

Dreams, alm sands
between now and afternoon.
I'm lousy with temporal thought.  
I went down to the fountain

and cast my two cents there. 
Savory pie in the oven, 
nearly prepared. I did what I could. 
Sleep is a debtor's prison. 
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