Summer ‘22, Day 40

Have you ever stayed behind
After everyone has gone?
Felt the bright air
Left in their wake?

Chairs, chairs, chairs
To return like ships to islands
And once they’re safe at shore:

Breathe the bright air
As it slowly dissipates
And settle into sleep

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