Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Besame Mucho

I slept, but that did not improve
My circumstance.  Mostly the stars
And ceiling fan had stayed in place;
And Ursa Mejor barely moved.
I dreamed of you.  Sometimes you made
A different moue or sprayed your hair.
Sometimes you ran away.  Or cooked,
Patisserie or oxtail soup.
But I knew what I knew and woke
To bracelets tossed on your pillowcase,
An amulet on the ceiling fan,
And Draco Mejor roaring by.

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