Sunday afternoon.
Sleepy and contented. Still.
Gardening all done.
The dinner is cooking as
the house and the street, snoozes.

Sunday afternoon.
Washing flapping lazily,
dancing on the line,
football practice is over.
The playing fields are empty.

Sunday afternoon.
September breezes chasing,
cloud banks drifting by.
The cat slumbers on the grass.
I sit back. And enjoy it.