sometime in the night I will be
robbed of an hour of sleep in
order that we might save daylight
the thieves will leave nothing but
the promise the hour will be saved
kept safely and returned in the fall
still — what if this was the night
I was to sleep deep enough to wake
truly rested and somehow relieved
or I was to dream of a sheltering sky
over that single day at the seaside
with just you and me walking along . . .
or perhaps of a night when I walked
into the Hopper painting before daylight
and took my place behind the counter
Peace,
Milton
Love this one.
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