Thursday, September 19, 2013

Asleep (Poem 170)

Asleep at the wheel
of fortune I sing
songs of three a.m.
when you wake 
up heart pounding
sure that the
sound is echoing
down the hall
where photos hang
in tarnished frames
then settle
back with a sigh
relief and abandon 
yourself again 
to the whims
of your dreams

(c) 2013, by Hannah Six