Drifting

Poetry

Mr. Sandman

like the sand running through a timer

or running through a shore

night drifts gathering technicolor

grit into the channels of my eyes

sending me on a short

holiday with imaginary friends

on excursions no travel agent could offer

relaxing under toffee apple trees or

taking a sip of lemonade lakes

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