(I don't really like this one but I wrote it so I'm posting it. Maybe I will think of something I personally like the feel of more next time.)
Cool soil fills the space between toes
Weeds kiss against shins
In the garden of Ennui
Where is there to rest my feet
In the garden of Ennui?
Maybe this rock, or beam of wood
Or the rustling heap of leaves?
The string of lights are dimmed on the porch
Warm houselight spills down into shadow
The screen door opens, a banal escape
A retreat
Smooth hardwood floor consolement for soles
Crumpled cigarette left behind
In a tray overlooking the garden
Smoke lingers in Ennui.
Cool soil fills the space between toes
Weeds kiss against shins
In the garden of Ennui
Where is there to rest my feet
In the garden of Ennui?
Maybe this rock, or beam of wood
Or the rustling heap of leaves?
The string of lights are dimmed on the porch
Warm houselight spills down into shadow
The screen door opens, a banal escape
A retreat
Smooth hardwood floor consolement for soles
Crumpled cigarette left behind
In a tray overlooking the garden
Smoke lingers in Ennui.
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