Lazy on a Bench

Was resting beneath the variegated shadows of a Bradford Pear
the light firm upon the leaf
silhouette shapes in the day
shake in a breeze,

dissolving me into the bleached grains
of a wooden park bench

And when my eyes close,
the sun becomes the wind
and the wind becomes the sun.

 
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