Afternoon nap under a tree (Poem)

Asleep under a long hat
with weedy wind
and pointed shadows.
I have a fear
of the un-fallen fruit
and of the still snail
beneath the hammock.
My hair and beard
driving with the breeze
without a final direction
going north-south-east-west.
Wait!
The tree is trembling
The Chameleon dissembling
The bees bumbling
The ants assembling
The river meddling
The insects troubling
The child babbling
And I was settling
into the nap
La La La La
La La La La
La La La La
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