Monday

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    Monday

    Soft awakening

    Forgiving pillow

    Soothing bus ride

    Greeted with smiles

     

    I’m distant in math

    Doodling irrelevant truths

    Looming exams

    The dude abides

     

    Selective memory grammar

    Awaiting our rendezvous with the clock

    We put on our backpacks

    And head home

     

    Falls asleep on the couch

    Afternoon snooze

    Disoriented second morning

    Halfhearted homework session

     

    The subtle Midas touch of the sun

    The trees sway wearily in the wind

    And I have a sip of lemonade on the porch

    The birds serenading each other

     

    Showering, then toweling

    Then brushing and deodorizing

    Then half a book

    Then sleeplessness

     

    Patterns in the stars

    Noises in the night

    Midnight snack with a view

    Not a half-bad Monday

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    rsalassi commented on Monday

    03-14-2011

    I don't know which you're better at: connecting with your own generation, or connecting with adults of all ages. Actually, your gift is that you reach both/all with equal ease and equal tease. Sensitive write.
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    winterkou commented on Monday

    03-08-2011

    such a way with your words, you really create a style all your own that displays the message you are portraying and tells the reader a story
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    AlysonAlive commented on Monday

    03-02-2011

    I love that, 'The dude abides....Selective memory grammar' That's just perfect.
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    FranzJ commented on Monday

    03-02-2011

    sounds like you have your routine down- - - - - - - - - - - - --
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    sanctus commented on Monday

    03-02-2011

    Impressive write......................................................................
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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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