Home After a Glum Day

Home after a glum day.
Yellow crocuses are breaking ground.

Jumping up and down
and spinning around,
my dog likes me
more than I like myself.

In my world,
even the shadow has a shadow.
I look for a place
to lie down
between words in a sentence.

The world of work
is a slow winding river
on a featureless plain.
I remember nothing;
nothing remembers me.

Shadows lengthen,
evening comes.
The busy world is hushed,
the fever of the day is over
and my work is done.

Grant me a safe lodging,
a holy rest,
and peace at the last.

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