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Between Thought and Dreams

The episodic drops of a Sunday morning rain
Percussing my treehouse roof just now
Sound something like the coils of an old bed
In the next room of a quaint midtown hotel
Yielding muffled pops synchronous with
The after-midnight restlessness of a poet
Caught between thought and dreams.

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I’ve retired after a career teaching law. I divide my time now between Athens, Georgia, in the States and the south coast of Ireland.