November 22 Poem

Who can resist a soft couch

on a cold afternoon,

a flannel blanket pulled up

to your chin, then slowly

sliding beneath the surface

of wakefulness. I have no power

to resist the welcome world

of the deep. Then rising in the dark

I wonder where I am.

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