Laziness
The sky asked, but I didn't follow.
The tree asked. The grass.
The stone asked, but I stayed inside.
The memory of flying asked,
but I laid my wings. Who the stone,
who the winged man, who the grass.
The food packagings cram the table,
float the trash basket.
Lay down this day's slouched back.
Dream, and wake.
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