If only

the scorching day has
veiled its face and it is
safe to sit; warm airs
have given way to a gently
rising breeze, cooler, saying
the time is wearing,
evening near

It is nice to be back here
but I, in disarray,
achieved not much today -
with so much in life, so
many times the same, I will try
again tomorrow

the tiny squirrel was
disappointed when it came:
there is no food; I plan
and dream
of energy and will:
a body working
strong and well

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