Lazy Afternoon

Heady with scented freshness

By a drowsily flowing river

On a sun-skimmed summer day –

 

And still the drunk wine pours out,

Dewy with the fevered notes

From a hot, unquenched breeze,

 

Slow-meandering in its languid state,

Unhurried from the lazy afternoon glide,

Spent with the somnolent embrace

Of a swaying hammock,

Where time is suspended.

 

By Bill Grimke-Drayton

 

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