Poem at work

The dry wall of air
As the door opens
And I know
I’m home

Even the hottest breeze feels
Alive as it tickles
The sweat dipped hairs
On my neck

The sun, so heavy here,
Feels right
Even as the wind
Tugs at palm fronds
And tepid rain pounds

In my dreams
All is as it should be

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