Tuesday poem #484 : Shane Kowalski : Who Else Is Awake?

 

 

I saw you last night in my dreams wading into a still and silent pond. I woke up stumbling in the dark—desperate for a glass of water. Couldn’t go back to sleep, couldn’t uncover the good way to live day to day. Meanwhile, did you know? At that cracked bronze hour of not-morning and not-night, the cars on the overpass sound like ancient winds on a snowy mountain.  

 

 

 

Shane Kowalski lives in Pennsylvania. He works for the United States Postal Service. He is the author of Small Moods (Future Tense Books). 

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