Sunday, November 28, 2010

Day 101, day of the week poetry

I needed a theme. I figure why not give each day it's own poem? So what's your favorite day of the week and why?


The heathens brunch and sip mimosa
It's their enticing way
But I prefer the hustle
of the sanctuary
The smiles of friendly faces
And the tears of children new, unsure
Their first smiles an afternoon buzz all my own.
And then there is a too long lunch
Followed by a too short nap
Football echoes in the background
The to do list tries to crawl
Into the foreground but I willfully
Reject it for an easy brunch of forgotten ease.

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