Evening Endings

Don’t start poems past bedtime.

The words swirl about, mingle and change.

Words that toss and turn.

The scenes in dreams become the poems.

Poems evoke dreams

Under blank paper blankets.

Regardless, don’t start poems at night, past bedtime.

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