Your mutt got too hot
so you hosed him down.
I lay on the deck chair
scanning the Nietzsche reader
smoking a cigarette.
Your daughter sunbathed
on a spread out towel.
You lay beside her
enjoying the afternoon sun.
I put the book aside
too hot to read
and closed my eyes.
Off somewhere
a transistor radio
played some music
I forget what kind it was
that filled the air
that Sunday afternoon.
Times go
and are lost
all too soon
Jun 28, 2025
Jun 28, 2025 at 8:42 AM UTC
Your mutt got too hot
so you hosed him down.
I lay on the deck chair
scanning the Nietzsche reader
smoking a cigarette.
Your daughter sunbathed
on a spread out towel.
You lay beside her
enjoying the afternoon sun.
I put the book aside
too hot to read
and closed my eyes.
Off somewhere
a transistor radio
played some music
I forget what kind it was
that filled the air
that Sunday afternoon.
Times go
and are lost
all too soon
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