Hail

~ Harlan Didrickson 

It’s worse
when sleep 
doesn’t rest
but churns
like hoes 
unearthing rocks 
bringing same
to surface 
making visible 
in clouds 
of dreams 
but clouds 
can’t carry 
rocks weight 
and down 
they come 
as hail 
pounding the 
tin roof 
of sleep

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