A Twenty Minutes poem.



And dinner is over and the dishes put
in the dishwasher and the table is wiped off and
the light in the kitchen above the sink is left on
for the night
The smell of spaghetti and meatballs from dinner
just a hint in the air
the radiator clicks a car door slams outside.
You get into bed with a book and your bare feet
are warm under the covers. This night like every other night
you hope for a good night’s rest
so you can
gather strength from it
so you can
go through the whole thing again tomorrow.

Bedroom Fan

Fan in the bedroom.







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