while picking the crumbs of sleep from her eyes

she fully awakens

slips on favorite dress

washes her face in cool cool water

she should be thanking

her lucky stars

but the sky is clear tonight

sitting at computer

she smells the hint of

cuban cigar

blowing in

from the hallway

page freezing up

she tries to refresh it

but it will not refresh

it will not ever refresh

by mary ann blinkhorn