Piker Press — Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
April 27, 2026

Sleep

"...they arrive at the morning’s harbor..."

Sleep

Night is a cruise,
carrying my body
and mind
through darkness.

When they arrive
at the morning’s harbor,
I find my hand
still holding
the ticket for the voyage—

a token bestowed
by nature.







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