He Comes Quietly
The poem is slow in coming,
out run by his friend sleep,
who slips quietly in the back door,
unnoticed, but fast and hard.
Can’t shake him, he’s after me
Must out type him.
Can’t get past.
He comes
without
A word.
April 7, 2010
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