Sleepless

Dave BontaAnxious

foul weather sunk into my left eye

I write all night then to bed

only my hands lie as a weight

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Saturday 29 December 1666.

Dave Bonta

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into my eye
I write all
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