Tuesday, June 7, 2016

Blue Translucent Brucie

Sleep got sweet and deep last night
when just two minutes past eleven
dropped (anthropomorphically)
upon your lids and lips a blip

of blue translucent heaven, Brucie! –
come to pillow and to billow you –
to leaven dreams – to goose them high
aloft so that they’d waft beyond

the usual annoying schemes with
which they would have pestered you
sans blue translucent Brucie’s help:
they slipped as if from yelp

to almost-whispered song, and lasted
just as long as songs should last –
until the darkness passed, the dawn
came through and you came to.


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