NAPPING
The
hum of the wind in the trees
Of cars passing
The refrigerator
The hum of the blood
Next to the ear drum
The thump of the
heart
The things the eyes
inside
See passing
When I nap on the
couch
Afternoons
And the sun comes
in
Through the big windows
Red and purple and
green
Through
My closed eyelids
I want to follow those
hums
These colors
To where they are
going
Float inside a cup
Like a tea
Bag
- Wayne Jackson
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