Rising Late

Resting


If I were folded
behind my stone, cool and alone
wrapped against decay
in sweet linens, mouth stuffed with herbs
and a ferryman's penny holding the shutters closed
unable to see the wreck of the world
I think I'd ignore
a call to rise.


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early gift

rice cakes, tea, mangoes
a morning of surprises
left on the green tray



by MK