The dull and rote
of each work-day
the dull and rote
stretched long
along the way
dozing.
sweet
afternoon
of
summer’s
heat
the
boon
and
restin g-shade.
down the glade
the hidden animals
in the green doze.
no human feet came to trample
in the afternoon.
a distant church bell rang
sad
out of cloud.
The town by the sparkling
water sleeps.
The moon on the wavelets
silver
dances, tiptoes
lamenting.
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