My mother climbing into bed, me not sleeping. Death waits outside, lighting a cigarette. He glances down at a watch that has no hands. @3Soon, soon@1, he thinks, then takes another drag. Me slipping out of bed at dawn to pick up the pieces. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RHYMES OF THE DAY by GEORGE SANTAYANA FOR LOVE'S SAKE, KISS ME ONCE AGAIN! by BEN JONSON SONNET TO MRS. REYNOLD'S CAT by JOHN KEATS ULTIMA THULE: THE TIDE RISES by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TIME TO RISE by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |