The Quiet Hours
The quiet hours tick away
I am vaguely aware of them
as dreams weave their way through
my imagination, and the clock
continues to tick-tock past two
past three past four. At five I
briefly come alive to flip my pillow
over to the cool side... so soon
are the sun's rays streaming through
my blinds
Did I sleep... What did I dream of
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2023
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