Sunshine rays are scattered around the mid afternoon yard
Day is half gone.. or is it half yet to be?
My mind wanders in the possibilities of yesterday
Yet time presses on never to be reprimanded
Knotholes in a fence and the distraction of leaves
The things that draw me in
The work I should be doing and the laziness I indulge in
Converge on a single line
Afternoon pulses on relentless and unyielding
Still I sit, as the oven calls
MW 2007
Day is half gone.. or is it half yet to be?
My mind wanders in the possibilities of yesterday
Yet time presses on never to be reprimanded
Knotholes in a fence and the distraction of leaves
The things that draw me in
The work I should be doing and the laziness I indulge in
Converge on a single line
Afternoon pulses on relentless and unyielding
Still I sit, as the oven calls
MW 2007
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