by Lawrence J. J. Leonard

A rush of drumming
awakens my sleep;
lost forever those final few seconds of bliss
shattered into
four minutes before the alarm.

It is late
must be cloudy
because the dawn
gives no luster to this room.
Or is it night
Oversleeping the sun
but not its shine.

Darkness gets darker
after twilight,
only the moons to ponder.
A knock on the door
and I jump out of the bed.
The clock face fades
the digital chronometer
goes black.

Visitor at the entrance
opens the door
calls a number
pulls on my wrist
the bar code exposed
the scanner beeps.
I am

Copyright © 1960-2017 Lawrence J. J. Leonard All rights reserved.


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