The hum of the washing machine
isn't helping
and the half closed blinds
shine
dozens of
tight lipped smiles
mocking my attempt
at day time sleep.
The fresh sheets
lie flat
across me
and I try
to relax
while voices on the footpath
pass,
fade,
return
and stomp off to the percussive
tussle of the trees.
A motorbike accelerates into crescendo
and I slowly
let it all go.
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