After Mother’s Day

 

 

After Mother's Day

After Mother’s Day

In the quiet familiar room

Fat, wet jewels sit on the glass above

Through which I see a grey monotony

 

This augurs ill for progress

Shining reluctant light

On half-formed plans

 

Still. The silence is a pool of beauty

Limpid. Greens dominate the view

Horizon yawn. Suck me in

 

There is so much to do

To overcome the apathy

To out-pace inertia

 

Dispel the dank encouragement

Of dismal

And light the fuse

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