the day was tired
and
slow.
clouds hung lazily
against
a background of blue.
the wind
tried gathering
its breath
but, to no avail.
the heat
grew steamy
as the sun
climbed overhead.
a shade tree
offered relief
where
the grass was cool.
i walked over to it
and
sat down.
i had nothing to do
and
i found time
to do it.
(7-22-1975)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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