Tuesday, June 11, 2013

A poem a day for 2013 - day 162 - Soft

This is my favorite kind of still
This no motion
Trees blowing
Dogs barking blocks away
This me planted on chair
Head to sky
Pink flowers, green grass, cars parked, easy breeze outside the window
Nap calling
Memories brewing
Day turning into
Eve

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