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Lazy today, all.

Dogs, young lovers, solitary son, mother.

Bone tired, scratchy eyes, refusing to rise.

Lazy lazy lazy.

The small flat bear lies face down

at the foot of my bed as if even he

cannot be bothered cannot stand

the thought on this quiet day.

Clocks have artificially taken

an hour from our night.

Rain drips lackluster

too tired to pour.

Air does not stir.

Lazy lazy lazy.

Having sprung forward

the day itself

seems to have found

its energy now spent.

4 thoughts on “Lazy

  1. inspired!

  2. Thanks, Lyn! I have felt a bit that my writing has flagged, with the big visit. And as you probably know, I’ve posted this bunch rather late!

  3. posting your poems “late”, just builds the anticipation. i am so grateful you share them.

  4. Wow. That is a very nice compliment, Lyn!

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