Monday, January 29, 2018

Darkling

I startle awake near 3 am
when you come home
when you come to bed

It seems ten inches of snow 
arrived early (unlike you)
but (like you) suprises

You're word and work-tired,
cross--a sword or some all-
over weapon--a rock 

I should shine you up David,
Goliath. I'm already reach-
ing, are you ready?


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