Ode to the Clapper
By Steve Schady
Dark, cold, each step a guess
My bed a shadow, a glimmer at best
Shuddering with fear,
I move through the black.
My bed, far or near?
I move though I lack.
Clapper! I need you,
I say with a faint breath.
What's there to do?
Another step, risking death.
I finally sleep so tight.
To dream a dream of clapper's sweet light.
i just bought 57
oi!