there is always one bed resting
on sabbatical thinking
the whole thing over
while all the other beds
struggle on against the heat
or luxuriating in it manage
to eke out a pale flower or
two like a breath materialized
then immediately withdrawn
a gasp or stifled yawn
opening on eternity
then the window closed
and there you stood
after all of you had gone
to sleep in the resting bed
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