Posted in Poetry

That Was The Way It Was

Most of the day

Tuesday, January 3

I laid in bed

I looked out the window

I meditated

I prayed

I dreamed

I rose from the dead

Twice the phone rang

I did not answer

Then there was a knock on the door

Paul, not the apostle

Paul, the neighbor

“When is your party?”

I went back to bed

Later I kissed my wife

Good night

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