Sunday, February 14, 2010

What is midnight?

midnight is an eye, awake, insistent,
holding on to ragged deams

midnight is an arm, silken with age,
fringed in hope, it is a sidewalk,
an unpaved road

midnight is a bosom, rising quiet like
bread and love presses down, just
so it can rise again

midnight is a hard sole, crusted
with garden, memories cling as it
pads to morning

this midnight is lighted, as white and
opaque as milk

inside is a dream that someone once had
the dream is still and awake


(c)Jill Winkowski          2009

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