soon there'll be
morning light,
I listen to
trailers in the distance
ground highway pavement
to dust,
my hands slowed
and cold I type by
open window
violet sky,
flickering light
of desk lamp bleeds
into space and dies
out,
window creaks,
chains clamp,
engines drone,
I turn my sight
toward the bed,
my unrolled sleeping bag is
draped over mattress top,
I should be thinking
of sleep.
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