Day 225 prompt: Restful
perfect Sunday afternoon
weather right for jeans and tees
leaves and branches sway above
rousing to a gentle breeze
I find an hour of solitude
to use or waste however I choose
so I head out to the patio
to read, to rest, and maybe snooze
cicadas are buzzing
birds tweet a refrain
I’ve got a tall glass of water
and new food for my brain
sinking into my love seat
and closing my eyes
I draw a deep breath
of unpleasant surprise
the wind is not wafting
sweet floral blooms
I’m caught in a downdraft
of rank garbage fumes