Naptime
Lie lazy
curled fetal
hands tucked
between thighs
Thoughts of nothing
swirling in motion
around everything
that is seeping
with stillness
Outside of this room
Sneezing, slamming
cabinet doors
The movement
of the day
surrounding
drowsy ears
In silence
drift away
Angela Minard 2008©
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