Hours
in the hot sun
at an end.
Muscles,
sore and aching,
begin to relax.
The sweat
of honest labor
dries upon your body.
The beer
is cold
and forgiving.
The promise
of evening's cool
beckons.
Time to sit still
and be silent.
In this moment
of respite -
no thought,
no mind -
everything
is possible.
- mce
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