Filter Tip Duet
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
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NaPoWriMo April 4, 2012
a back to baseball repost