SUNDAY REST Poem by Jan Glas

SUNDAY REST



We had our own supply of words
and knew what each and
every word was for,

we placed them close to each other;
between the words
you had nothing to say,

there unrelentingly
Sunday rest reigned.

In the evening the curtains from
before the war were drawn.

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