Poem of the Week |23| After School Nap
After school nap
Watch out: you may not see that man sleeping in the long grass
like a little boy
he tired himself out during a
and just set himself down in the grass for a minute and closed his eyes.
The ground is damp and the sky above him is growing grey.
His walking stick, click click
lays at his side. If he dreams he either won’t remember or he just won’t say.
He remembers too much of what it was like to be a boy, when
jumped on his bed and
run ning down the street
with a black dog.
He remembers too much of damp grass and playing rough and just
closes his eyes.