Drowsy Moments
Clock tick I hear loud
I open my mouth wide, an
yawn
closes his eye lids.
Lunch at a party,
later open book in hand,
left
book and mouth open.
Long Travel in flight
all is quiet, some shoulders
have
turned into pillows.
TV ON with loud
news, recurring sound comes from
a
seat, remote on floor.
3-April-2016
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Copyright © Sathya Babu | Year Posted 2016
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