Monday, June 25, 2012


i ofter bare the weight of monday badly
in the afternoon, alone and pondering

a cup of tea answers none of the riddles
the open book puts to us, even as the pages turn

from the kitchen table i watch the weather
changing from bright blue and blustery

to thunder, lightning, rain and yard work
accumulating in piles of fallen branches


Nicole said...

last stanza - brilliant.

Matt D said...

soft, subtle, and evocative;
monday exactly,