Falling off of the day
My sun is spent and threads are frayed
And as the waves settle into the bay
I recall the nearest lake being rather far away
Walking backwards, steps retraced
The shoes on my head feel quite displaced
And the cat in the lab coat won’t take my case
She paws me a pill, and sends me on my way
Then, with a sudden start, I wake
Pry open my eyes despite the sun’s rays
My heart settling back into its languorous pace
A scribbled paper prescription stuck fast to my face
Photo by Iz and Phil
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