Restless

Poem by Emily Braverman ’14

Winner of Poetry Contest 2014

Shovel the stars into my pockets,

paint the glory of the moon on my forehead,

label me midnight and

call me lonesome.

Let me pour the wind

into late night chills

and fuse me to the day;

but let me sleep.

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