Brooklyn, July The long day's force appeared to ease three hours later you awake, Were you to put the light on now You don't put on the light. You kick |
No hint of moving air. The only the time has come for mastery. Resist the urge. Lie still and watch Three hours from now, the light of dawn A sense of peace will float up with by Reagan Upshaw |
Reagan Upshaw is the author of three chapbooks of poetry. His articles and reviews have appeared in Poets & Writers, the San Francisco Chronicle, Bloomsbury Review, Boston Review, and other magazines. He is an art dealer in New York.
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