Rob S. Friedman
June 2023
Ode to Henry David Thoreau
The quiet that leads to inspiration is found in a wedge of time when a dream holds your breathe for you between a tick and a tock as long as your yawn when you pause to collect sleep-dusty images that often lose their way while falling into the sound of your next in breathe competing with your hair scraping the coarse pillowcase creased and dented from the nocturnal battle of whim and will of sprites and memories and distance of desperation as silent as slow as the opening of an eye.
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