Lazy and languid
I recline on the roof
and the sun sails
quietly by.

In the cool summer shade,
I doze just a little
to dream about jazz colored trees

Then in the wind,
the leaves caress the sky,
like the idle hand of a spent, sated lover.

Finally I rise, and descend from the roof
as the sun calls and end to the day.

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