Daily Afternoon
Coming up on deadline,
with the sun
chasing me down,
I sit idle
surrounded by toys.
It's my fault
but the summer is harsh.
Bits of sparkly stuff
flick through the hours.
I smile as I pass them
and my arms
swing into action.
The rest of it is
pressured sleep.
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