Tuesday, March 8, 2022

Rest

lying on thick green carpet eye level
filaments of light in a sunlit starfield
above dust motes substantiating 
swirling yellow beams alive
prop up the windows and walls

eyelid red screens of blood vessels pulse
dozing warm and mellow living room
on a summer late afternoon
parents out television and radio silence
the child alone sleeps his unregimented relief

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