Hello, Afternoon

A once blue horizon looks too white to breathe
The thud, three bells
Post nap, after the previous midnight
Green hopes bark at year-counting rings
Rough edges, breezes, multiple sunny spots
On the couch where my cold feet
Consider where they last jumped
And think about the open door
Bolted, swaying, an invitation
To detour from the impending
And manufacture a night
Worthy of its day