Encouraged by morning sunshine.
On a Mexican blanket in the grass.
Wearing my mother's bell-sleeved wrap around.
Artifact Circa: 1970
I don't think I fit it, as well as she did though.
No use trying to claim a life not my own.
But it feels good to try, wonder what her dreams were...
The heat grows fuller and the day moves on.
I should too...
Or, I could just roll closer to the shade.
Let the sounds of neighboring lawn mowers rock me,
let my lack of sleep be absorbed by the ground.