I drift off

to the room of dreams

swaying on the rocking chair

with a cup of coffee

I open my casket with imagination

music seeps gently from the radio

setter stretches lazily

grasping the moment

of this summer

Poetry by Anna Banasiak
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Written on 2020-05-15 at 17:46

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