Wednesday, August 20, 2014

64 x 21 (Ten O'Clock)

That hour of night when the question hangs:
how much longer before it's time to retire?
Late, but not so late that some thought
Or realization might not yet arrive, if only
I might properly prepare myself. I think of
My mother, sixty years ago, yawning, putting down
The mystery she's only half-completed, rising to utter

Those reassuring, terrifying words: "Tomorrow is another day."

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