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Serenity comes a-callin,
His spirit relaxed,
Eyes light, open with ease
In the wake of past fatigue.

He rises to begin his day,
As usual, toast and coffee
His order of the moment.

Head lighter than yesterday,
Meds kickin' in,
The torpor of recent days
Displaced, alert at last.

Recovery has begun.

Walking nonchalantly
In the January bite,
Down to the river,
Stagnant waters
Allow time for reflection.

Sitting on the bank,
Drinking hot coffee,
Easing into recuperation once more.

Body temperature rising,
Hands relaxing around the cup.

I read an early version of this when I came to the writers' group last summer. It's undergone quite a few changes since then....

Modern window frames
Verdant foliage
Forests rain
ferns curl
fine vines grab green air
beckon
fecund spiders, lazy flies

strange familiar fronds
trumpet players’ fast fingers
Finding fluttering rhythm

Spanish moss, pale as seaweed
Shrouds hirsute hackberries
Leaf skeleton hands, mottled dark veins
translucent green palms upwards
gesture of innocence

Below the dank armpits of valley oaks
marshmallow fungus
clings besotted

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