Calling

The cursor is still flashing

at the top of the page,

I feel tired,

but now slowly between

the bouts of sleep words are

appearing; the poem is growing;

and I think of you snugly tucked in.

fast asleep and so appealing,

I type fast so that I can join you.

 

 

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