A poem by Moyra Caldecott, from The Breathless Pause:
While I was wasting the day
While I was wasting the day
the grass was growing,
daisies opening,
sunflowers
pushing up tall stems.While I was wasting the day
the bee pushed its way
into a hundred foxgloves
and went home tired.Now the light fades.
The rain wets my hair.
I smell honey suckle and musk rose
and take a deep breath
for tomorrow.
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