UNWITTING BRETHREN

UNWITTING BRETHREN

Let’s give thanks for those
Whose loud snoring helps us from
Falling asleep too

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on July 24, 2019, in Wee Poems and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. I read this last night. And I didn’t understand why you would write poetry about someone snoring. And then just now it dawned on me who you were referencing when you said snoring. And then I was back to laughing at myself for missing something that should have been clear to what my mind wishes to see.

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