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It is in the small hours,
when tumbling back to bed,
that they come to you most often:
When will the dawn come
and will I rise to greet it?

When is my friend arriving
and will he wake me up?
But by then the clock down the hall
is chiming or ringing or ticking
and you’re already back, snuggled in,
asleep again, not that it matters
if you don’t want to rise,
but still, perhaps, just perhaps…


Thank you for reading Perhaps. I humbly appreciate your visiting the Book of Pain, and as always, I look forward to your comments.

The photograph is a still life of a clock I took in my home in Putnam, CT. For more photography, please visit the Book of Bokeh.


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