Tuesday, May 28, 2013

AT DAWN

I shun sleep
afraid of the dreams
that press against
my heart
of the memories
folded over like
pants just washed
I know the dreams
will mock my
longing
and tears
will be
the bread
I eat at dawn

 © Valerie Bridgeman
May 28, 2013
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