I actually slept in this morning. Until 9:15. Amazing.
Now that everything starts
Well before Labor Day weekend,
This time can be devoted
To the physical remembrance
Of sleeping in;
Saturday morning dreams
Organize the past week.
Next week
Is possible.
Now that we have already begun
The work of fall
In August,
This long weekend break
holds itself:
A ripe red plum ready to be plucked
From the Labor Day tree,
Fruit sweet and ready
To let go,
Drop into our hands.
But first
It waits for us
To sleep in,
Only awaken
When we*re ready.
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