Sitting Sat

Two quarter hours sitting in the sun
today, away from home and every chore,
I processed stillness as a sort of fun,
and felt I needn’t ask for any more.
But I was with a relative who’s one
I like to visit. And I also knew
the only act remaining to be done
was lunch of wine and ahi, with this view.

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