Come home in the heat, feeling tired and
fatigued, feet burning, the sky looking hazy
and weak, the grass grey and dying, tem-
peratures soaring, the rain stays away, a
dusty horizon, the sun wilting like me
A reddish dust everywhere makes for striking
sunsets - lack of fresh air, remembering mis-
takes in spelling, repetition of instruction by an
impatient colleague, wishing the homecoming
over, wishing for peace; late-night TV
Need to buy cat-food, need to start dinner – sitting
and staring, too tethered this moment, wish I could
conjure a positive thought to act as a compass –
turning emotions to Wonderland, East of the Sun
and West of the Moon...
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Always busy in life, Excellent write, Margaret, Thank you for sharing