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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