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POEM: Mondays

September 30, 2010

The sky has just been dry cleaned,

fresh folds ironed

out blue, the clouds

thinly steamed.

Cashmere coats walk their

cashmere dogs, wearing sunglasses while

their breathe escape them. The sun

carved a triangle in the driveway.

Morning dew dots my eyes

green plays shiny on my fingers.

When I bend, my elbows become

my knees. The rhythms begin: chirping

from a tree, keys click counter-clock wise,

engines grumbling off to work.

Many more Mondays from now

I too will have a job

but for now,

I’ll muck up a thumbprint

on the clean sky.

One Comment leave one →
  1. Chloe permalink
    October 12, 2010 8:55 pm

    Hi there – I just wanted to say thanks for visiting my blog recently….I look forward to reading more of your writing soon xx :D

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