another sleepless night awakened
by a dream that could not be recollected
onto floor the bare feet landed
halting and weaving
carried the body down a darkened hallway
across hardwoods and rugs
to the cool door
opening with a blaze of light
and the sight
of a dancing milk carton
splashing droplets upon the spinach leaves
cats appear
asking for a meal at 2:00 a.m.
A milk carton that dances:
May 13th, 2008 · No Comments
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