This is not a poem about you sleeping,
because whenever we’re lying in the half-
light and I go to reach over you to gather
my pad and pencil from the nightstand,
your face awakens like a happy cloud
alive with angels.
Pete Lee lives with his wife in Ridgecrest, California, where he works as an independent bookseller. His poetry has recently appeared in the online journals Antithesis Common, Big Pond Rumours, The Country Mouse, Right Hand Pointing, and The Rose & Thorn.
© 2007, Pete Lee
