Monday, October 8, 2012

Observation
















Monday
morning is regret.
A dropped favorite coffee cup,
a broken garden sculpture.
The pond inexplicably empty of water.
Cramps and headaches,
and remembrance of one last scotch.

Even the crows call
in the rainy gloom,
for some other day to
show its face.

Cold.  Pull the covers back
over your head, wait in the dark
for a friendlier day to smile at you.

Kaw Oct 12

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