Insomnia
My back to your window,
outside,
the new snowfall
is an unopened envelope.
The river sleeps under
its eyelid of ice,
but you will sit and worry
the world like a loose tooth
your tongue keeps finding.
Eric Hill
Fredericton NB
Have you seen the writing on the wall
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