siesta

legs burning turning stretched to the limit of standing and walking arms wilted stomach jilted as my head swirls cotton down my thirsty throat afternoon heat stands tall above my head beating down on me beating me down beaten to find a small curl-up spot under the shade of this monkeypod’s mushroomlike overhang sheltering me cooling my heatrisenblood and the faery ring tickles my toes as i find my lost dreams.

© dlc 2/6/07

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