I have been nodding noonish all June
Henceforth, I declare this season as
           my Summer of Naps
                       hammock dozes
                               beach chair catnaps
                                         sofa snoozes
happy with nappytime hair
            I shall hit the hay midday
                          a siesta, if I may,
   to heal what last year broke in me
             my Big Plans knapsack
                          bulging with unread books
                                     can just stay slouched in the corner