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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