All the Day's Work


All the day's work is done
     And I lie by my chosen one,
The greatcoat of night
     Wrapped tightly about us.

Put aside for the hours
     Of nightfall to dawn
Are the cares that lately
     We lingered on.

We measured out the day
     By calculating sums,
Clearing vagrant vines,
     And studying our lines.

Now the stars are shining
     Brightly in the midnight sky,
But too removed and high
     To keep us from our slumber.


©2016 Michael Fraley




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