Poem – Mind Games

Trying to get my head straight.
I stare carelessly out the second floor
windows at burnt yellow and green leaves.

Not much wind is blowing.
Even with a stifling heat and little
wind, there is something calming about
this later afternoon, some other
white noise is present.

On the verge of sleep
my eyes are heavy and I
work to get into a different place
far from that other life, back into
the person I am or that I am supposed to be
regardless of the reasons I am here
trying to get my head straight.

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