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fishing at 3 AM
by Michele Brown
Poetry
three AM I am quietly nursing my son
when this horse of beauty tramples my senses
words uncompromising flow past and into my head
heart beating each syllable out
and I am holding a chain of gold out to them
begging them to stay
long enough for me to nurse my child
long enough for me to write them down
before they are lost forever