Returning
Flocking back to a prior life
I take an extra pill to keep me awake.
This going home
can not wait until morning.
I have to go now.
For seven hours.
I listen to my dog snoring
and stare at the blurry lines
and traffic cones.
I arrive before the others,
circling the neighborhood
like vultures.
ive or if this is a dream.
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Blame that last line and this whole poem on ambien.
No blame necessary…