the sun warms my back
as I sit and drowse a little
composing a poem
a symphony of sound
accompanies my thoughts
the hum of my laptop
tap tap tapping of the keys
the drone of distant aircraft
a purring refrigerator
firewood waits patiently
outside
in the trailer for me
you like your fire don’t you?
well then?
the freezer automatically makes ice
it doesn’t know it is winter
a pumpkin sits moulding away
at the kitchen sink
won’t turn into soup by itself
pity
the bananas blacken, sweeten
nicely maturing for a cake
perhaps tomorrow
today
there’s just enough time
to warm my back
drowse a little and dream.
Amanda Edwards 2012 (c)
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