Entertaining
After the party, you rise too early
And pulling on your night-before clothes;
And putting into your tired eyes
Your unclean sight for the day;
You snuffle your way through morning confusions,
And come to conclusions
Which you really aren’t sure of.
Your sleep-muddled, befuddled brain
Trips over itself, eager to please,
As the hunger pangs reach their crescendo.
Urgent to dissolve the night before nightmares
You had burnt all the blue candles,
And felt like a fool,
Picking away at the wax on the table.
Any of your guests or acquaintances
Might rise in a moment
To see you standing there
Your feet bare on the cold floor,
Your hair knotted by dreamings, still unbrushed
And your eyes crying out impatient demands for some sleep.
Sounds of movement
Persuade you to draw back the curtains
To let in the fresh morning sunlight,
Heavy with summer it erases all your shadows,
Cultivated in the night hours of deepest discussions.
You think, as you begin to sort out the debris,
With coffee machine comfort bubbling,
And the first round of burnt toast just warming,
That maybe, this morning, you have reached your solutions.
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