The wee small hours

The sun met us today
it was like Spring except
the cold never left and
settled deeper in as the
day wore on

I worked my body
outside and in - moving
things from A to B
to allow space to walk -
I reached my limit
then kept going

I paid the price later
when I lay down
not Voltarol
not Ibuprofen
touched the jarring bones
and I could not settle

the wee small hours
of ticking clock and kettle.

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