The siren call of drowsing
persists
- this tangle of afternoon light
lazing over creeksong and birdbabble,
sliding down moss-spangled banks
into the burble and giggle and leaf must
an iridescence
evoking lisping rhymes and whispered secrets-
subvocal
lulling limb and ligament into reverie
dreaming memory
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Thanks for writing!
Jacqueline