Monday, February 9, 2009

Home

Last night I felt like I was
home.
My eyes were closed and warm
foreboding sleep
and rain met sidewalk
like the thud of a pillow.
The room was thick with darkness
and silent, save the soft fall
outside of my window.
I started to drift,
my body swaying between
sleep and cognizance
and I thought I was home.

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