At Home
I’m here at home
But I don’t care
‘Cause I don’t wanna
Leave the air.
The sun beats down;
The temps are high.
To venture out?
No reason why.
I’m reading books;
I’m potting plants.
Think I’ll get bored?
No, not a chance.
My closets wait
For me to clean.
A crossword’s in
The magazine.
Tomorrow heat
Will fizzle out;
Then I will leave,
Without a doubt.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2017
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