poem: is there much to do left?

poems

is there much to do left?
screaming woke us up
we won, but did we? sleepy yawns throughout the grey
missed the storm — next one comes quite soon
the feeling outrageous, the taste, ostentatious
takes me back to those thatched roofs

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