Thursday, 26 November 2009

The end of the meeting

They’ve fallen asleep again
so I wriggle my toes, trying to rouse them
and they tingle and mingle 
pulling sock blankets over 
their useless, heavy heads.
'Just five more minutes' they burble.
And I hear sleepy breaths whistling 
through the hole in my sole.
It stinks in there but they snuggle.
And I need to get moving
but I just can’t without them.
So I stay rooted, shoes snoring
and smile as the room files out.

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