The java grows cold , a pollen
migraine starts to disappear ,
ceiling fans thankfully churn night
cooled air , tunnel vision day review
misery turns to thoughts of poetry and peace
Evening songsters agree on one melodic
beat , a Barn owl assures me of safe surroundings ,
Cicadas stroke both temples , cool porch tile
nurses weathered , calloused bare feet
Visions of clean sheets , a half chapter of Whitman ,
beneficial sleep and good dreams ...