Post Work Passings
Pup on one side.
Pillow on the other.
Feet propped up,
head thrown back.
People speaking softly
on the screen.
And the hum of a settled house.
Too tired for words today,
come again tomorrow.
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This was me yesterday! You capture it well.
Thankfully, words come and stay when invited to lie upon the line.