Sleep
On the ridge above Skelp Road
bears binge on blackberries and apples,
even grapes, knocking down
the Petersens’ arbor to satisfy the sweet
hunger that consumes them. Just like us
they know the day must come when
the heart slows, when to take one
more step would mean the end of things
as they should be. Sleep is a drug;
dreams its succor. How better to drift
toward another world but with leaves
falling, their warmth draping us,
our stomachs full and fat with summer?
Poem copyright © 2007 by Todd Davis. Reprinted from Some Heaven, by Todd Davis, published by Michigan State University Press, 2007, by permission of the author and publisher.
Source: Some Heaven (Michigan State University Press, 2007)
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Poet Todd Davis
POET’S REGION U.S., Mid-Atlantic
Subjects Nature, Summer, Fall, Trees & Flowers, Animals, The Body
Poetic Terms Free Verse
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SUBJECT Nature, Summer, Fall, Trees & Flowers, Animals, The Body
POET’S REGION U.S., Mid-Atlantic
Poetic Terms Free Verse
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