NaPoWriMo #13

I cannot think in words
my right eye aches    and itches
the world is a haze of groggy light
feigning sleep
reining in the low rumble of grumble
the day awaits
blueberries and wheatgrass

go   go    go

a whirl of buses
and good deals                   groceries
empty lottery ticket hopes

creation and paint
and the giggle of girls
friendship warmed over meals
and conversation laughing
at the clock

the tumult of tidy-up time
stories tumbling
tumbling into sleep

and night.
© 2013 Robin A. Sams


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