Words For The Rest
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1 min readAug 6, 2019
A few words before a nap
In the heat of the midsummer radiance
In the heavy air of a string of rainless days
When our lawn with its broad diversity of weeds
Sits trimmed and green without our help
Before succumbing to the mid-afternoon weight
Of eyelids commanding me to put tools down
I will select from the firmament
A few choice combinations of letters
And their concomitant meanings
They will say ‘I am alive’
In a landscape of life and death and struggle
I am an organism that works to move forward
Though some days I’ll move less than others
And sometimes I will rest.
