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Adrienne Anne Clark

Lazy Afternoons

Lazy afternoons

when the air looms heavy

with mug.

The distant noise of busy streets

and footsteps of hurrying people

sounding solitary on the hot pavement.

Heavy air makes us gasp for more;

when we breathe it seems we breathe water.

Distant breezes blowing in, now

and then piercing the stagnant air of our


Moistened brows and shining noses

reveal the temperature of our


Minutes, as hours, drift slowly by, promoting

sleep and cooling dreams.

We sit with eyes wide open, yet unseeing

dreaming while awake.


Hearing yawns about our ears

break the sweetness of our dreams—


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