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the little man is sleeping

in the room next to mine

I hear him softly turn over on his side

he is fetal position to the wall

he lightly snores

his deep sleep undisturbed

the sound to me

is not really a snore at all

but magical sounds

so like that of a golden flute

his dreams then are happy

yet otherwise unapparent

for in his dreams he is home

not here in this dreary bed sit

and as I try so desperately to

drift off

I find myself wishing

that I were in his place.......

(written Jan. 27, 1993 am)