The Afternoon Nap - Nov. 27, 2023

Gary Hunter

sleep like a baby

wake up and you’re five

get up and you’re seventy-five

still

in the gentle breath

eyelids softly pressed

are the unspoiled sounds

of infancy

and the small slide

back to innocence

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