Across the way the neighbors’ hammock sways,
unencumbered,
work and school the reason why.
Beneath their porch roof it awaits,
while I shade my eyes with a broad-brimmed
hat
in the midday sun.
Beyond the tree line, a red-shouldered hawk
calls.
My dog hunkers down behind the shed.
I, chores to attend, gather tools and wire,
the garden fence next on the list.
Hands full, I stop—a pause, really,
thinking of how I might
ease myself along through the rest of the
afternoon.
But, at my back: Time!
One last glance over my shoulder, then
onward.
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