Saturday, July 11, 2015

Gubbio

Close your eyes, sleep.
Inside here, it still is dark.
It is safe — maybe not comfortable, but safe.
Take advantage of the shelter.
Rest.

No, that isn't Breadman. He'll come.
And breakfast is not far off,
Now … you must sleep.
Like a child.

Listen to The Snorer.
His uneven gasps punctuating
the stale, early-morning air.
(Giggle.)
I like your giggle; it gives me hope.
Now … listen to his snores, the uneven rhythm.
Up and down.
Let it rock you to sleep.
(Giggle.)

Please. Rest now.
The day, then the nigh
will push you away,
at least until tomorrow morning.
But you have hours left here.
In shelter.
In safety.
Close your eyes.
Sleep.

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