Sunday

I lay on the grass in front of the house,
surrounded by garden. At one
with overflowing roses, lime leaves on the trees...
and I fell asleep in the sun.

Lost in an abyss of eye-stabbing warmth,
floating on grass while the sky
constantly changed its cloudy wardrobe
to wake me as I wondered why...

Why was I here on my bed? Not my bed.
Realisation was dizzying. Dirt,
beneath stalks and flat blades held me up
like a sacrifice. Waking hurt.



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