The visit of 2 AM, and a page barely touched

March 2nd, 2014, 2am

It was 25°C with few clouds. The breeze was light.

We stared at each other, our expressions blank. My pen was moving. Yet it, too, was shooting blanks. There was a poem whispering somewhere, knocking on my mind. But Sleep and Rumination had the louder knocks. It was 2AM, after all––quite the primetime for Slumber and deep thoughts.

Not too far into the early morning, my eye lids begun to gain weight. Somebody was winning. And I was not sure which of the visitors I let in: riders-in-tandem, Eye-shut and Rumination, or the poetry of Dreams.

David Wade and Claudine said thanks.

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Marion Esquillo

Constantly wondering if I have much to say about anything at all...

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