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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