Lazy Fall

All it takes
is the fan going on
when triggered by the thermostat

A breeze on my legs
A paper lifting off from the table
and ending up on the floor
after a lazy fall

Startled
I take a moment
to ignore the hard work before me

It turns into an hour of
nothing
No words for the time spent

When the fan turns itself off
I sit some more

wondering how hot it has to get
before I begin to work

especially knowing that the hot days
are almost at an end

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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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