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Finding Poetry

I find myself too often like this,
wanting to know if you have ever stood beside a tree

to become in its becoming,
to become in its felling.

You know the reason for this: I can not sleep at night.
The moon struggles its way across the sky

and I can not sleep
and I can not sleep.

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Stephen Snipes lives and works in St. Louis, MO and has published poetry in Natural Bridge and has two poems at www.opiummagazine.com.

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