Mike Bell/ August 8, 2021/ www.mikebellpoems.com/ 0 comments

Slung between two
posts in a slumped
hammock & bound
by thin blankets – it

is a morning repose
for me [my recovery
position after sleep
& torturing dreams]

whilst my dog curls
below without hints
of interest – nothing
will alter our respite

unless bladder-urge
& a need to stand is
thrown at us [such a
demand unwanted]

& I write & my coffee
cools in my mug – as
if time is suspended
between these posts

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