1:45am Monday April 17, 2017

I’m up in the night,
haunted by the vision,

of a cold Easter spiral ham samich

………….. on whole wheat.

A ghost of Easter past,

I shall not sleep again, until I defeat it,

…………. complete.

I, without even rattling a plate,

Strait from the green, nylon cutting board I ate!

Silently, I devoured it.

That shall be the end of that,

…………. so sweet.

And now I lay me,

Back down to sleep.  ………… Ronald Douglas Drobeck