on the edge of sleep
in a moment after evening
in the dust that flickers
in moonbeams that probe still rooms

when the eye unfocuses
and the brain undefends
and the spine unfeels a nudging
and an angel or a spider
is an unobject of contemplation

then it can unbrush by
unraise a ripple of follicle
an unflicker of recognition
an unwhisp of consideration
memory or presence
an unwill other than your own
in a room you occupy alone

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About riverwriter

Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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