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One O’clock In The Morning

By John I. Blair

Albinoni playing in the room –
Parts for strings, for oboe.

Outside in the humid night
Birds sleep, car sounds
On the nearby street
Are hushed by trees.

I’m postponing sleep for me,
Reluctant to resign myself
To a round of pills,
A CPAP’s tight embrace,
A lumpy bed
With cat companions.

Tomorrow is another day,
Another on the farther side of that,
And so on to the end of days.

I choose not to think about it.

But when I sleep
The dreaming starts.

©2017 John I. Blair, 1/14/2017

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