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"Meditations on the Art of Distance, No. 3"
Christmas morning
and you are stunned to learn
that I still sleep.
"Wake him," you say,
"It's Christmas,"
and I rise to the surface of this dawn,
buoyed by your voice.
When we are done,
I place the phone upon the bedside table,
pull the blankets past my head
and sleep the sleep of an old man,
reflecting on his happiness.
You see, my dear –
my dreams are full of you.
[first published in New Bard Press, Drive, 2004]
˗ˏˋ・。☆.・゜✭・.
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"To sleep: perchance to dream..."
—Hamlet
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