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Sleepwalker
Although she tried hard not to,
She always made him feel
Like a celibate monk
Looking forward to a sabbatical,
Fingertips arcing through
Time zones and time,
It made him think,
What with Christchurch
And Sendai, the meltdowns
At Fukushima,
Were the Mayans on to something,
Perhaps everyone should make
Like Odysseus,
Grab a bottle of booze
A book of Bukowski And go looking for their
Sleepwalker,
No matter how noble
Your plans and your dreams,
In a blink of an eye
You can be swept out to sea.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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