Nap on the Couch

The seashore faintly rings in the silence

The sun’s filtered rays brighten the room then retreats

The red of my restings eyes washes yellow with the tides then red again

I think of the naps in my youth

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When I wanted nothing more than to go out and experience the world

And now that I have

I want nothing more than to lie in the warmth of this warm shore forever

Photo of painting on the wall of a local restaurant. Unkown.