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Sprawled 
Body stretched across the sofa
with your shag dog after wine.
Winding down the distant evening,
it's too early, only nine.
Drape your legs along the armrest,
posture sprawled in deep repose.
Nighttime looms, we've had our ice cream
topped with Flamin' Hot Cheetos.
Furry friend looks up in wonder
from his cushioned fleece-lined throne,
curious to know what's showing
on your glowing telephone.
Little nosey "Hairy Robert",
resting on the rugged floor
puts his head back on his pillow,
softly sighs, and naps some more.
75
Poems 
On the nature of this writing
I have many thoughts to share.
Why my diary is rhyming
lets me balance lust and care.
Lust for leisure, lust for whimsy, lust for language, lust for play.
Care for truth and for correctness, care to contemplate my day.
Feisty forms of flippant fancy hinder haste and help me heal,
help me focus on the locus of descriptive beau ideal.
Eat the thoughts. Digest the notions.
Take the time to say them right.
Join the dots between emotions.
Always see today's delight.
74
Idyllic 
Idyllic country getaway,
I'd love to live this every day.
The breeze that chatters in the grass,
the cloudless sky like azure glass,
the trees, the deer, the winding stream,
to be out here feels like a dream.
A father, mother, son, and daughter
walk with waders through the water,
stumbling on river rocks
in rubber pants to shield their socks.
They fling strung flies with soundless swishing;
it seems they're really into fishing.
73
ThroughTheTrees 
Fighting my body, I try to relax;
I go out to run through the trees.
Chest squeezing tightly, stress level at max,
I pray to the earth through my feet and my knees.
Shoes against dirt and my breath in my ears,
each step brings a sliver of light.
I haven't hurt this much in more than a year,
not since I broke up with you to sleep at night.
Bodies are dumb, and I'm glad for this trick
to quiet the ghosts in my brain
and keep my thoughts from making my stomach sick;
the more I'm exhausted the less I feel pain.
It's so amazing that trees and a trail
are all that I need to re-calm.
If there's such thing as the mind's holy grail,
then meditant fitness is surely that balm.
72
LaughingEyes 
Mirthful eyes dance behind a luminous smile
that stretches across the entire world.
You ask me if I'd like to think for a while,
and I grin in response as the lingering seconds twist and unfurl.
A moment in this sunlit forest town
amid the end of summer's waning festival,
our twice now encounters eradicate all trace of frown,
the strength of the joy you emanate is incontestable.
A present love for random passersby,
a light inside that brightens the brightest day,
as the blazing sun transits a crystal sky
I am blessed by your radiance that cannot hide away.
And after you feed me, before I go,
because who knows if we'll meet again,
I ask if I can take a photo.
You ask if you need to smile, and then
I say not if you don't want to.
And you throw your head back and laugh.
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These poems are Avi's diary. You can email him at avi@invariablyhappy.com