(5:55 A.M.)
There was nothing to do.
The snow was taking care
of covering the streets,
a few cars were carrying their passengers
in careful ways, the stars
were still on fire
all over the far-flung universe.
His fingers seemed to be working fine
by themselves, and his blood
was bringing gifts to his cells
without any special help from him.
Also, the lamp on his desk
was doing a fine job of filling
the little room with light,
and he noticed that his mind
was filling up with thoughts
till it overflowed like a fountain.
Plus, the snow was still successfully
spreading out across the town.
Oh well.
He leaned back and let his coffee
come to his mouth.
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