sleep pulling my eyelids shut
my shoulder slump; weak
tree bark yielded softness
to my weary back; so my head
i breathe slowly dreaming
as silence capture everything
it must be long enough to rest
ants manage to nest on my feet
leaving an itch as well as welts
awake but refrain to proceed
i stretch my legs and shout loud
my lips caught a smile; i nod
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