Haiku: Waiting for Three

What is it about
two o’clock, the bitching hour?
Dreaded double-strike.

The eyes snap open,
no retreat from wakefulness–
it’s just a poem.

18th-century-longcase-clock

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About Jim Stewart

Writer at Butt in Chair
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