To close my eyes and glide into
the giant balloon before me,
to sweep floors, walls, stars
away and drift into the expanding
universe of sleep

is impossible
because some cluster of
stainless steel robertson screws
is poised to invade,
shrapnel flung at my gentle lift
by capricious facts, axes and hammers

I would sleep
but wait for dawn
gritting my teeth.

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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: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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