Before I Sleep

The winds are picking up
– houses, trees, vulnerabilities –
– speed –

Before I sleep, still thinking:
“Surely, I’ll have no words to offer tomorrow”

Yet after coffee & a cigarette
floodwaters begin to rise again
and again my thoughts awaken
and take a stroll across the page

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Author: Emma Beane

"My history is still one of those mysteries I struggle with every day..." - [ebeane] ... All original works Copyright Emma Beane

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