Thursday, December 31, 2009

June 15, 2009

It is always in
the deepest holes of the night
those moments just before
the sun and long after
this little orange slice has gone to bed
that I walk the empty halls
of this house and wonder
what is next.

These anxious moments
so full of potential and promise
buzz around me such that
I can barely sleep.

But when I do and then subsequently wake,
I am as dull as the previous morning.

What I would give to bottle these
nighttime bees, open them
in the morning,

let them sting me to greatness.

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