Idling

By Cheryl Margiotta

One delicious hour
Bare toes in the too long lawn
Words of wisdom gather dust on shelves
Washing moulders
While the bare line tenses in the breeze
Dinner fumes in the tins
Seethes in the freezer
Windows blink through cataracts of grime
While I tilt my face to be buttered by the sun
And wine chills my glass to a cold sweat
Make shapes of the clouds, a bearded man, a sheep?
Buzzy bees bumble
Watch an avian soap opera
Tune in to the squabbles and declarations of undying love
In the trees and verges
And to my heartbeat
And just breathe
For one delicious hour


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