Sleepy afternoon-
blushes in uneasy slumber,
A yellowed world teased by the rasping breeze.
Inebriated, it rests
On the satin petals,
Rolls on the vast green beds-
Numb to the chaos otherwise.
“Conspiracy! Conspiracy!” mocked a Jay,
Lacking the usual spree.
“The golden winged fairies
Of the night have done it.”
And here I sit
Underneath a yawning laburnum tree
Indulging oblivious in the reverie the ‘afternoon’ is still in.
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