A Curious Prescription

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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