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Napping Poem | Poem

 
 
 

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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