Gave life the silent treatment this morning
by going back to sleep for two hours.
No dreams, just eyes closed on purpose.
The sunrise free for someone else
to construct symbolism that feels personal,
when really, almost everyone has windows,
can sip from “World’s Best…” mugs,
and ponder a sky that drinks the smoke
of cremated bodies- the clouds beautiful
headless sheep, telling us nothing
new, if that’s what we want.
Richard LeDue (he/him) lives in Norway House, Manitoba, Canada. He has been published both online and in print. He is the author of seven books of poetry. His latest book, “Everyday Failure,” was released from Alien Buddha Press in October 2022.