Saturday, April 13, 2024

Sweet Dreams

Sweet Dreams

the day was enough of a day 

nothing to pack or put away 

explain, define, approve, acquire 

nothing left to wonder till 

far tomorrow seeming distant

slipping between the sheets 

the temperature perfect

 the humidity A-okay

this old body feels - agreeable

stretching a bit to find a place 

every place better than fine 

even more than comfortable

no aches, pains, worries, concerns 

the breathing ... breathing easily

Sweet dreams soon and 

good, good night

© David L White

4/6/2020 poem

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