just to tell you there is nothing better
almost nothing better than getting into bed
in the middle of the afternoon
when the sun shines down outside
and you are perfectly well
shedding your clothes
one arm under pillow
having no sense of ambition
beyond this experiment with quiet
having learned something from the cat
herself curled up under a garden bush
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