ode and jeremiad

ode to sunday.

sunday lounges like a cat.
comfortable in the rain, luxurious in the sun.
i'm home long enough to open my windows,
to move from bed to couch, from couch to piano stool,
from piano stool to forgetfulness,
___(and from there to everything).


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monday jeremiad.

there's a shadow across my bowl of cereal.
___must be monday.