72nd Letter to a Poet

Foredawn dark.

If I'm hearing crickets,
the rain must've stopped
or tapered
to a whispery drizzle.

Glance out the window.

Sure enough,
just a few mute taps
on the asphalt below.

Peanut-butter sandwiches
at 3 in the morning.
The joys
of apneatic sleep!

Brewing up
a half-pot of coffee
and realizing
I've written this poem

Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-10-05 at 14:45

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I hate that.

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Three am peanut butter sandwiches is very familiar territory. Apparently for you also. Well written.