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Holiday Weekend – Poem

There’s a day

In late summer

When the sun presses

Down upon my face like a hot stone,

And a cool breeze

Licks across my skin

With the promise

Of autumn on its breath.

When the sky is so

Blue that it

Can’t be real,

And the green of

The leaves stand

Bright against it in natural negative.

My mind falls back

To memories

Of mountain paths,

Of the natural state

Of humanity,

And I wonder

Why we ever chose Civilisation.

On days like this

I crave a simpler life

Of nature,

Where there are

No alarm clocks

Or meetings,

Where survival is the only obligation.

In the end

It is a futile longing

As I grab my computer

To write down again my ironic dissatisfaction.

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