Pondering a summers day

The sun is up, the sky is blue, the breeze is gentle.

Not a bother, some food, some work, some thought.

Not too much of any, not even quite enough

Good while the summer days last

When the sun is up, the sky is blue, and the breeze is gentle.

Gasping on the beat, pulling at collars

It’s not too late to change course

To stop at the drowning of the toe.

Because the sun is up, the sky is blue, and the breeze is gentle.

I made a hole in my wallet that steals all my cash.

In return I get a brief reprieve from nothing,

Before something disappears.

Yet the sun is up, the sky is blue, and the breeze is gentle.

Slowly it builds, with tenderness it collects

And at my back it pushes softly

Growing with the years.

See that the sun is up, the sky is blue, and the breeze is gentle.

Not so gentle at my back, the cyclone force

Undeniable, irrepressible, drawing the edge

Moving me closer

Into the shameful quiet

Away from smiles and thoughts

And witty dialogue delivered without the wit.

Without me, the sun is up, the sky is blue, and the breeze is gentle.

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