Good Two Thirty O’Clock
up in the middle
of the night
rubbing the cold
from my arms
perusing a book
and a few poems
can’t sleep
but I will retreat
back to warm blanket
on top of the sheet
and of course
I have to pop out of bed
early
I’m not missed
my spouse is asleep
he won’t even know
I’ve been reading
and sipping cold milk
house is humming
as it does
in complete silence;
only my talking head
good night
good 2:30 O’clock
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