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


long      walk

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

six sisters

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.