Lazy Poem by Steven Federle

Lazy



Sweet summer breeze
heavy ripe vines
wine pouring,
time slowly
seaward
flowing.

I write
like there's
nothing left
in my half-
empty glass.

now the wine's gone.
day's too warm
and much too
long.

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Steven Federle

Steven Federle

Cincinnati Ohio
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