from SIX POEMS: 2 by Aram Saroyan

Bad dreams
come often to me.
One of my habits lately.
Cigarettes another.
Daily I have been going
the same rounds.
Now though I am going to
the ocean and a friend.
I am hopeful
of giving myself to it.
Two days’
new geography.

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