Your Tirade Comes
two saraband
In restful tones, my evening sigh
doth thank the stars, you’re far away.
I shirk my duties ever nigh.
As thoughts engage where'er they may,
oh, how my heart longs to be free.
Those miles that sever me from thee
are welcome breach, reprieve’s highway.
Dark quickly falls my soul is blessed
and in my dreams, I snub your calls.
Ere long, two nights provide sweet rest.
At noon, I wake. Your shadow falls
and tirade comes… repair the fence,
garage needs paint. It would make sense
to trim the weeds that flank the walls.
June 14, 2019
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