A silly sleepy poem

I’ve been immersed in rewriting my novel and so have neglected my blog. And what do I pick to post for my comeback, but a silly little poem. There will be more soon. And better. Again. I promise.

Until then . . . Enjoy.

 

 

So tired

I lie my head

in the crook of my arm—

 

But why’s it a crook

for what’s it stolen?

If anything

my arm’s a saint

for letting me sleep here—

 

So tired

I lie my head

in the saint

of my arm

 

and sleep

the sleep

of the just.

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One comment

  1. Hey Jason,
    Thanks for the sweet little poem!😊
    Gary and I go for long walks all over the Westside. Maybe we’ll see your little family out someday pushing the stroller!
    Patti

    Date: Thu, 25 Feb 2016 20:30:08 +0000
    To: pattismi@hotmail.com

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