From April 2003.

Tardy reveille

On a Saturday. 
Rain in the beanpot. 
April's endless drench. 

Coffee's second mug. 
Sommeil évanoui. 
We sit for a spell.

Vigil Mass at four. 
Several hours away. 
Wood and dust and books. 

Bending low, desk-lamp. 
Icon smiles upon 
Our bedraggled words.

Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-09-06 at 02:35

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Like you said, 15 years have passed and this one is still fun to read. :)