A Blue Blanket

by Bob Schwartz

A Blue Blanket

A million items
Flood the closet.
Stacks and shelves
Hangers and boxes
Haphazard cascading
Valued and worthless
Detritus of a life.
In their company
A blue blanket
Carefully folded.
Any night
It may take its place in a dimmed room.
Cover for a middle hours half sleeper.
Blue cloud in a black sky,
Warm soft comfort
Caught between memories and dreams.
The way to sleep and then,
Morning through the blinds,
Folded and away again,
Until another restless night.

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