i am just chilling here
toasting the blue line gaze
cool breeze is licking my skin
warm as melting chocolate
my bumblebee car awaits-
i mellow down under the
dandelion-inspired umbrella
as if summer sun is cracking
spicy tortillas on my head
this blue chair will do
nicely as i people-watch-
sketching convervations in my head-
imagining where they are going to-
my glasses are sweaty
my shirt is sticky as a granola
i lost my lemon-trimmed sandals in sands
but it is fine - no map, no timeline
for the day, just a yellow bird
on my knee for company & cheer
this space is what i have worked
for: peace & rest
not burnt-out but clutter-free
in all the ways i deserve-
i am just chilling here
All Yellow (Morgan Hill), by Teresa Dunn
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