Your Day Off


trees are silent
brush from branches only respond
to wind's calling

water laps over small
logs create suction baby blue
sky seems dense over trees

lining the quiet creek, but the earth
still seems light and afloat at
2:30 in the afternoon,

when the sun shines the brightest
world takes rest with dainty toes
lapping cool water

its caress fold around your calves
gracing skin like silk
sand lining bottom of creek

you want to submerge your whole body
into liquid crystals escape
from rays burning your shoulders skin

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