Sunday

There’s probably a puzzle we can solve,
a pose to stretch the muscles we’ll soon use.
I think I’m game for what does not involve
attention to the headlines in the news.
Avoiding politics and sports, I choose
to kiss the carpet and inhale some dust.
This place is dull but residents amuse;
we’ve subjects begging to be well discussed.

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