Beetlebung and Kettlehole--April Poems

Inside the Porch

Around and around on the outdoor carpet
cacophony flows off the vac
while I, spooked by fatigue and dirt,
lose gait of reason,
all cogs whirling wild, loose
hazardous, in the unhinged mind.

Then, when I sink into a chaise lounge
to catch the sun drooping fast
flooding indigo with gold and rose,
deepened clouds wrinkle and wink
to remind me of gratitude
that no one can hear my thoughts.

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Prompt: the mundane and/or the sublime