Monday Poem by June Stepansky

Monday



On Monday
I begin again.
The dreams of
Sunday disappear,
enveloped in the fog
of Monday’s realities.
My hands, my feet
and one small part
of my brain
move through Monday
savoring Tuesday.

Friday, April 26, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: fog
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