Sep 03, 2006 15:24
ready to sleep, but tired of dreaming.
waited for the ferryman, pennies ready.
long talks of discovery with mentors.
anticipating the mother's full face,
inviting friends, in hopes, available.
hope creeps in while we skip
the day of joy so close for another.
sand trickles through the waspish waist,
work exists, both more and less,
and the bedsheets swirl.