late at night
becomes early in the morning
at some point.
what point? once was
i wouldn't have noticed
day or night
but now the night air
licks my bones
and i await dawn
like some quiet visitor,
nursing my cup of milo
on the balcony,
warming my good hand,
and blowing steam
over the geraniums.
i'll sleep later
and cancel out the demons
that loneliness breeds.
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