Summer Illness
Sick in the sun
Everything’s still
Sleep in the light
Where are the birds?
Everything’s still
Basil leaves droop
Where are the birds?
Take a deep breath
Basil leaves droop
Lawnmowers mutter
Take a deep breath
Watch for the breeze
Lawnmowers mutter
Sleep in the light
Watch for the breeze
Sick in the sun
7 thoughts on "Summer Illness"
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Yes to the repetition
Leaves are dropping.
Be well friend.
Lol… drooping…lol
Both.
“dropping” does also work — I like the slower sound of “drooping,” for this poem. Thanks for the comment.
Well you’re not too sick to write a beautiful poem, Libby. Thank God.
Thanks, Kevin.
What a beautiful meditation to use while sick.
I can really feel/hear summer malaise in this poem.