My eyes are heavy,
drooping down, my hands
dragging across the keyboard
as I imagine the sun setting
in a lavender sky
just beyond my window,
but I want to record one thought
before turning in after a long journey
to enter this night’s rest —
I am blessed.
—C.L. Fisher, February 2021
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