12-06-2021, 10:45 AM
Loving Friday
It’s a perfect Friday
a perfectly ordinary Friday
as if any Friday could be
ordinary
when there’s time for everything
but no time to finish
anything
work is easy
toss it on the stack
for Monday
your silent breathless motionless
nervous afternoon anticipation
makes it impossible
to start on anything
at all
oh, Friday
if there were one day to love
it would be you
but there’s just no time
to resume that romance
now.
One of the few non-LPiA poems from November (the 12th, to be exact).
It’s a perfect Friday
a perfectly ordinary Friday
as if any Friday could be
ordinary
when there’s time for everything
but no time to finish
anything
work is easy
toss it on the stack
for Monday
your silent breathless motionless
nervous afternoon anticipation
makes it impossible
to start on anything
at all
oh, Friday
if there were one day to love
it would be you
but there’s just no time
to resume that romance
now.
One of the few non-LPiA poems from November (the 12th, to be exact).
Non-practicing atheist

