Saturday, August 3, 2024

Poem: Bliss

 Once in a while I take a stab myself...

BLISS

It's one of those sticky
August days when nothing
is more restorative

than sitting on my deck
under the shade of the umbrella
and trees.

I sweat without moving,
fully realizing my dampness
when a breeze pops up;

the evaporation of moisture
chills my skin
just long enough

to evince a little shiver.

~ RWA, 2408.03

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