“Lethargy” by Pauletta Hansel

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Not noon and already the heat
has fluttered and lifted
once like a quilt flung up
for an airing
then laid back flat
and corners tucked
around the day.
Even the songbirds call
listless, notes trailing
away like sentences
whose points seem pointless
now we’re there.
The leaves on the tallest trees
remember wind, wait
trembling for touch.
Down here we
count our breaths,
the buzz of wings
around our lolling heads
as breeze.

-Pauletta Hansel

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