At 9:00 a.m. Saturday morning
my thoughts are cartoons
one rushing scene after another.
(I watch you cautiously
fearful that my watching will wake you
and that I will be detected.)
I roll over in my mind
time after time my transient future.
The newspaper in front of me
becomes meaningless,
a blur of word thoughts
totally irrelevant to me
now here with you.
- June 1978, San Diego, CA
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