Contributor: Aaron Poller

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It’s 4:08 a.m. I rise
to let the dogs out
and see the first snow
of winter here.

To see what comes
to mind, where I am.
To discover
something.

In just a moment
I will return to bed,
to dream, to sleep
its thousand ways.

The dogs will follow
out of the cold
night. The rest
will have to wait.


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Aaron Poller is a nurse psychotherapist. He lives in Winston-Salem, N.C.
He hopes to publish a book or chapbook of his poems.