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a very minor night in a life less than perfect
January
first
laying in bed
smoking
watching the
cloud rise and
float away like
the spirit from
my body
dog barking outside
the window
we are both
alone tonight
no voices
no demands
no expectations
the dog in his
yard
yelping
me in my room
writing
both of us
creating
our own
poetry
the peace is as
inmeasurable
as a promise
from
God
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