Indigo pot with Francis,
matcha tea with milk in a jar.
Chickens roaming
don’t know where.
Yes heart, be free
to rise above.
Saturday morning-noonish
breakfast egg
with raisin bread.
Fake fire crackling
in the stereo.
Easy-chair guards the books.
Open the window
just a crack,
summer winds
bring in life.
Nothing to do
but to rest.
Let’s all
take a breath.
And hold…
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