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this morning

when I woke
     the lower right corner
     of my mouth drooped
     heavily
     and would not flex
 
oh dear
     panic monsters rattled the blind
     and caught my breath
 
but it was nothing
     just lying too long
     in an intimate relation to my pillow
     and a little dried sleep drool
     that wiped away
     on the back of my hand
 
the moment passed
     pushed aside
     by the bite of cold orange juice

 
John Bailey
Somerset, July 2002

 

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