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Ten A freckled sparrow swashes in the pooled water on the side street, while the adolescents stride past our house towards the high school. How fortunate we are to be hand in hand on this porch. Next week, a decade will have passed since we were submerged into the collected mass of wedded pairs. We were only kids. How fortunate we are to be hand in hand on this porch. Insomnia Poem also found on Discretionary Love Her head hit the goose feather pillow the way an automobile collides into a barricade during a crash test. But her mind continued to spinout. If only I could take the vehicle’s crunched frame in my hands and expand it. Then I could learn to play it like an accordion, and in tempo with her breathing, perhaps warble out a lullaby. https://www.discretionarylove.com/insomnia-andrew-ray-williams/ Bio: Andrew Ray Williams is a poet living in Pennsylvania, USA. His work has been featured at Ink, Swear & Tears, Red Eft Review, The BeZine Quarterly, among others.