Dailies 9/30/16: guilt, sleeping troubles + those who wake early, & a bad uncle



Joseph O. Legaspi

Somewhere someone rises
far earlier than you before
the faintest glimmer blues
the darkest dark wakens

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Red Moon
Corinna Rosendahl 
Because of what I’ve done
I can’t sleep again.
There is a mass
of sadness
floating into the garden.
Bad Uncle
William Logan

He was the last cowboy in Massachusetts,
stabling the palomino in his mother’s garage,

buying a saddlery on Route 3A
when no one in fifty miles listened to country.

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