Laying in bed, it’s dark and day 

The blackout curtains gently sway.

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Writing many works to blog one day soon

It’s dark and quite cool in my hotel room.

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Beside me she sleeps and gently snores 

As poetry floods my mind more and more. 

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I can’t type fast enough my fat finger foes 

Clunking on my iPhone as I write my prose.

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Saturday morning, nearly afternoon

Vacation nearly over, homeward bound soon.

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Gentle sighs as she happily dreams 

Of times that are as blissful, like now as it seems.

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Temperature, the story of old 

Pulling up the covers as I get cold.

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Nearly finished now, nine poems in two hours

They’re flowing sweetly like fresh cut flowers. 

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Feeling I know myself much more

Gazing at beauty, as she softly snores. 

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I won’t wake her as I write 

Letting her rest on this day of night…

-AAA 08/31/2024