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The Real Sunday - May 9, 2022

is not the raucousness

of a football game

the murmurs of a

tennis nail-biter or

drums of a soccer match


the real Sunday

is the snores of you me

and a small breeze

and the wheeze

of a dog napping

that chorus of yawns

from hammocks sofas

leaves and hidden birds

that float up from

backyards


the real Sunday is

the single cloud that stops

in the middle of a hot blue sky

when it hears that

rising

from below

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