I think my ability is dormant.
I keep thinking
about that line from The Waste Land
about how
April is the cruelest month
So far I have to agree
Where is the soft joy
that Spring used to bring
the reawakening of Nature
the promise of Summer
Busyness
Overtakes everything
I long to be able
to slow down
to sit on the beach
and just listen to the waves
to get out of the City for a while
to find my laughter again.
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