WARMTH OF YOUR HEAD

The air is fresh from the overnight rain

With dust and dirt the fallen leaves were washed away by raging floods

Only stubborn weeds crooked roots remain.

My neck pains but the book is good

Towards dusk I begin to miss our bed

My chest pillowing your head

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