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Counting Sheep

3.21.2014

one morning you will still
be asleep and
I will awaken you
take you to a country we've never
before seen together
and by dusk we'll swear
this is where
we've always been and everything
is the same
your clumsy French or Spanish
and the waiters laughing
the footbridge where light
paints the water
tower a peculiar shade of orange
and I'll try on rhymes
that fail to capture the hues
the smell the salt
"orange" you will
say "never
rhymes" and just before we turn
in for the night
I'll kiss you once for luck
another for no reason
and we'll go back to sleep
into dreams
that no longer keep us awake




- Colleen J. McElroy, from Here I Throw Down My Heart


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