Day 28


My week as a poem.






Night crashed into Morningtime;


the moon fell from out of our sight


and we packed up and trudged off 


to earn our stay in our little house


that sits near the trees and the water.




Tuesday was a Super day


to some in this big country.




Wednesday, we feasted upon


chocolate chip cookies


(home-baked)


and 


bagels bombarded with cheese.


Thursday the skies opened up


and the sun spouted out


a solar storm rained down on the world at large.


Friday the clock


refused to tick 


and when it did


it would stick


and stick


and stick


but


now it is dark again outside


and the moon has found his spot up in the sky


and the wind it whistles a little 


warning of the fairly sudden nature


of Sunday nights


and their tendencies to crash head-first


into glaring light of day.