Sunday, July 3, 2016

Joan McNerney writes

Falling Asleep

Curling into a question mark
                eyes shuttered
                         lips pursed
                               hands empty.

Dropping through
long dusty shafts
down into dank cellars.
Leaving behind faded day.

That last cup of sunlight
pouring from fingertips.
Lulled by rattling trains,
                sighs of motors.

Bringing nothing but
memory into night.
Now I will     untie knots
                   tear off wrappings
opening wide bundles of dreams.


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