Chuck Audette

Rookie - 0 Points (Poetry Hell, Vermont)

She Sleeps: 1: 53 AM

she sleeps
in our comfy bed, rain drumming a musical massage
while the idea bulbs burn in this distant room
with clocks ticking, keyboard clicking
my parental tucking in around
rhymes and poems and puns
our dog huffily sighs and turns a baleful eye
sleepily squinting out the light
wondering when I'll call it a night

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