Dark Light

in the wee hours in the wrong hours of the long minutes of loss and embargo I semi-breathe but fully burn while lungs weep and the heart counter-punches

Now I first coffee when I used to Last Call… sip and cough alternately…

and clutter the quiet to take the credit for awakening that incorrigible early bird to sing his sweeter song

NaPoWriMo April 4, 2012
a back to baseball repost

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