half-time show
it was half-time at the super bowl
and all the neighborhood kids
could be seen in the courtyard
singing & doing the macarena
february two thousand twenty-four
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Archive for the tag “Sunday”
No particular place to go
I slept in on Sunday morning
and when I awoke I didn’t know
what day it was
I had been dreaming about time
travel and god knows
how many centuries I covered
that last hour
If it wasn’t for the sudden urge
that startled me awake
I probably would have witnessed the
birth of a King
After I had emptied my confusion
into the toilet bowl
I came to the realization I had
no place to go
other than the hardware store
to purchase
a replacement stopper
april two thousand seventeen
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windchill minus seventeen
on the coldest of sundays
I read the paper in bed
sipping hibiscus tea
radio station streaming
top forty songs from 1972
though the sun shines brightly
casting diagonal rays
at my concealed feet
its perceived warmth is merely
an allusion of spring
sometimes I turn my head
and count cardinals
flying past the window
probably insanely curious
as to when I’ll make
my next move
february two thousand sixteen
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