Rough Night

On the after side of midnight’s stroke,

from anxious dreams I awoke.

It rained.

 

Restless, wakeful, I had a smoke,

a glass of wine tasting of oak.

Heard a train.

 

Finally went back to a sleep

fitful rather than deep.

Woke drained.

 

Copyright 2013

T. Allen Culpepper

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