Cribbage

There are crimes of commitment
Loosely afoot
Action placed after thought
Requires meditation
Your trance is flagrant
Beginning with depiction
Ending with a mouthy response
Regarding air conditioning
In the summer
With figures drawn
In deep shade
Then your balancing act
With hands to sky
And one foot on wood
Incense wet with tar
VCRs in a corner heap
Dust becoming book
A sanctum of pretense
Journeying beyond these materials
But returning to pooled sweat
A slight pull brings you back
Yoga pants
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8.6.13