Everybody Up
4 a.m.
Flash, flash, flash,
like a strobe light
firing outside.
Thunder follows,
rattling the windows.
Rain falls gently
at first, then
increases in
intensity.
When the Boss has
insomnia,
nobody sleeps.
Flash, flash, flash,
like a strobe light
firing outside.
Thunder follows,
rattling the windows.
Rain falls gently
at first, then
increases in
intensity.
When the Boss has
insomnia,
nobody sleeps.
I was up at 5 this morning. Does that count? I like this post or better yet, this poem. So glad we've met and found that we love to play golf and write.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Letty. So glad we have met, too. I think you are the first person I've met who loves to both write and play golf.
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