Three In The Morning

Three in the morning.

Six or seven cats, asleep, 

sprawl across my mind.


Arlington is dark.

I zombie-walk toward

kitchen light, coffee.

Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-09-24 at 09:02

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Three o' clock in the morning seems rather an eerie time to prepare yourself for writing, but coffee helps, I guess.