Too Early, Too Late, Too Something
4 a.m.
Yesterday I was bemoaning about
Not getting up early any more.
Okay Spirit Guides.
You did it.
Thank you.
This is certainly early enough.
I do my best writing in
The early hours.
GIANT yawn
I crawl back
Into bed,
And go
Right to
Sleep
The dream
Stops abruptly.
I open my eyes
Mystified.
Not recognizing
This world.
It’s too late
To write now.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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