Martha Stilson
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When the Light is Thin

There is tiredness in my cells
That lingers.
After sleep or when I am no longer cold,
Still a desire to drowse.

A fire-place, a cat
A glass of red wine...

A snooze.
Perhaps hibernation?


Martha Stilson
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