Sleep gathers forces
Quiet, pressing
but momentary stop
to wield his sandbags;
Set distant looks
in weary brains
and lull with sing song
lullaby
and night hawks cry
the storm tossed
wanderer
into his
tempting chamber
soft, star filled
fantasy.
March 15,1980
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