Our lives are so hectic
we talk in short bursts
of information
only
getting it out quick
before one or the other
falls asleep
or has to leave
again
I dream about
simple things
a fireplace
a stack of newspapers
me, you, and the dog
a pile of blankets
and no rushing
just sitting
for more than a moment
a few hundred moments
all at once
Thursday, November 15, 2012
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