Fallow 179

The sun is shining
Behind a blanket of clouds
Wind suggests a storm

Still it's very hot
The kind of heat that's sticky
Hopefully there's rain

I made some brownies
I am doing my laundry
Moving the right way

What of work today?
I'm in a gambling mood
Let coin flip decide

Tightening the belt
Actually making a plan
Mom to the rescue

A signal feels changed
Shifted slightly at midnight
But so palpably

Like a weight lifted
Pulled from mind and set on lap
Gently pulled from synch

I did not expect
The skies to suddenly clear
Perhaps I should have

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