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Sleepless & the red cafe
by Gregory Wilde  /  poetry  /  13 Jun 2008

One night,
I couldn't sleep,
There was no T.V.

I walked from her room,
To the river,
I took off my clothes.

Swans slept,
Heads tucked into feathers,
My legs dangled,

Into the abyss,
Of the Endless,
Lac d'Annecy.

Morning arrived,
Late, but,
I was dressed,
Sipping coffee,
In the red café.

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