Winding Down
As the evening light softens, I rest and write.
My fingers tap, tap on plastic lettered keys.
Many cluttered items are within my sight.
Photos, phones, books, knick-knacks, wheel
chairs, all of these
Coats lie on the couch back, from heavy to light.
From the window, a warm (finally) spring breeze.
Cars roar by as they go off into the night.
I think, soon, I will fall asleep with ease.
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