A Saturday Poem


I fall
through sleep
to a tenuous web
of dark paneled rooms
and passageways
decorated with book shelves,
overstuffed chairs
and earth tone paintings
of staid, bearded men
who rise from black

All lies subdued.
The loud rush of time
muffles under crushed velvet.

I choose a leather bound volume
from the shelf, sit
beneath a brass floor lamp
with taupe shade,
submerge to a deeper world
of words,
hoping if I slouch
low enough,
dream deep enough,
reality won’t find me.


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