i wish i could replicate Thursday's nights sleep
because last night,
under the same blankets,
in the same trailer on the same worksite,
with the same person i love,
under the same (slightly enlarged) moonlight,
the wind kept me in wake and worry,
as imagined all sorts of things being lifted and displaced.
everything is more easily borne on wind in my
(not quite) sleeping imagination.
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