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After sonnets how about a siesta

Sombrero in hot sun over your face

No sound around, but tumbleweed

Casually rolling past could be

A low, silent breeze after them—

As you repose against an old fence?

On a southwestern afternoon

You could dream of chilis, enchiladas

Jalapeños and Scoville units

And not have to worry about tomorrow

Because endorphins took it all away

Before it could bother you today.

As you relax upon some old wood

Gastronomics offer short delay.