In the other room I hear
my father snoring
and imagine how
he’s stood before
outside my door
and listened
to my tides of sleep
with, could it be,
as much love for me
as I have now for him—
his shore is my shore,
our heart sails
open.
And Could It Be More
February 11, 2012 by Rosemerry
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Tides of sleep is a good line, with all that snoring assonance before it, I could just hear it. I’m getting sleepy typing this…