Fallow 210
The sun is shining
Illumination suggests
Though I lay in bed
Slow start to the day
But what is one to expect
On this day of rest?
So I think of plans
I'm glad for this interrupt
Of days flowing by
I feel habits wane
No longer where they once were
Without the same draw
Is this thrill expired?
Where even my rough edges
Have gaze set on you?
Do you think they'll last?
Certainly not past "Please don't"
So choose words wisely
Like a bonsai tree
Trimmed with a single sword cut
Into flawless form
So I rest here now
Thinking about exertion
And how it might shift
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