Wee Hours

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‘Wee Hours'

A night of dancing

turns late

later

now early,

the hours

condensing into molasses.

The soup

of music,

dim light,

and embraces

halts time.

With no brain left

but satisfied limbs,

I walk out

along the Seine.

The sunrise

is barely pearly.

I stroll home

slowly.

A person needs only

dancing,

slumber,

and the promised glow

of the sun.

Art: ‘Impression, Sunrise,’ Claude Monet

Jessica Wilbert