Fallow 189

The sun is rising
Sleep's been had and will be had
My bed calls my name

But why waste this time?
With day of rest imminent
One more box checked helps

The crowd calls my name
Heard when thinking what to say
(These) Rumbling voices

What do they herald?
These souls of next town over?
Dream yet to be had?

What more do we need
Than deck between feet and sea?
Deck before the end

These words mean little
Small talk, work, and the weather
Arranged in haikus

Hearts mean so much more
The heart assigns value here
A beat given ink

A dream given hue
So long since a visitor
Squander not this chance 

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