Hansel's Lament
by Timothy Reed
they say sleeping is rest
well, tonight it is work
jumping gaps from minute to minute
following sandman's
meager breadcrumbs
through fevered forests: journey decaying
birds feast on hopes
filling their bellies with
moon silver that was to be mine
earth spins to a halt
and heaven's bread spoils
when night drones on, overlong
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