Summer Schedule

Bad breath

messy hair

each day

unfulfilled slumber

nonetheless i prepare

tread down the same road

along repetetive hum of a bus

this glum melody

was once an unrelenting drum

as the sticks crash into the cymbal

a ripple

just enough

for now

the melody soothes

the air clears my lungs

the sun was no longer harsh

as golden hour seeps through

as the noisy clutter dies down

as the dust settles

I rest

tonight

it will be fulfilling.

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