working late <br />through a sleepless night <br />today <br />reluctant to be called <br />yesterday <br /> <br />driving <br />along the creek <br />slugs of smoke <br />smudge through <br />the morning mist <br /> <br />the smiling house <br />feathers my feet <br />I quicken my pace <br />along the street <br />with a smile <br /> <br />restless night <br />wishing for what I don’t have <br />so little sleep <br />blue ocean washed away <br />memories pulled by the tides <br /> <br />ghosts <br />of old lovers <br />sighing <br />embraces remembered <br />h-armless<br /><br />Ben Gieske<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ghosts-of-old-lovers-5-tanka/
