Poetry: Darkness & Thirst

Thirst compels one to wake…

at night, with only a hallway half lit,

she stumbled, dragging sleeping feet.

she stopped, big sigh.

the kitchen light left on, beckoning her.

opened fridge, inviting,

peeled back the carton lid of a favorite juice.

aw refreshing!

thirst has a way, of driving one to drink

-Linda J. Wolff


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Linda J. Wolff is an interurban word spinner and extrovert through many coffee-stained papers and owned by Rookie the hyperactive Pomeranian dog at Urban Poetry.

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