A Lazy Day

A young unending day 
Is a treasure so refined
When the mourning doves sit quiet
And I can pray my best prayer
There is only sunlight and pine trees
Reaching up to the sky
A casual stop at the water well
To see if the frogs are still crying
I can find a dozen lizards, who refuse
To sit so still
I find myself laughing .like a crazy old coyote
That is not in any hurry
The grounds at this old forgotten farm with its mile high weeds
And over grown sunflower seeds
Sitting in the tall alfalfa, hiding from myself,
I wonder if there could be any finer
Way to spend a lazy day.
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