I lie here,
Outside,
On my front lawn,
Exposing myself to the sun —
To slowly and gently,
Tan up, acclimatise,
The powerful UV rays
In the hope
to not get burnt,
During the low 40s;
Summer days.
Is it working?
We’ll see…
Ants crawl, butterflies float
And the red wattlebird sings
musically.
Time to roll over,
sauntering —
Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 8:06 PM UTC
I lie here,
Outside,
On my front lawn,
Exposing myself to the sun —
To slowly and gently,
Tan up, acclimatise,
The powerful UV rays
In the hope
to not get burnt,
During the low 40s;
Summer days.
Is it working?
We’ll see…
Ants crawl, butterflies float
And the red wattlebird sings
musically.
Time to roll over,
sauntering —
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