Last Year’s Season

Sun rises shyly
still guilty
work ends on friday
still feeling guilty
emotionally daily
no getting away.

Limbs and hands fly
shyly away like the reason
that guilt will never harvest
the fruit of last year’s season.

You might think that
people think it out
reason falls like fruit
from summer limbs
in the time it takes to turn
your head it is gone.

Generally worrying
won’t pay the bills
wallowing in anxiety
slowly kills
the wringing of the hands
in the mind is sad.

Limbs and hands fly
shyly away like the reason
that guilt will never harvest
the fruit of last year’s season.

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