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Another transient weekend
replaced too soon by the
jealous work week.
Barely rested from last week,
the new work week takes
away our day at the sea.
The sounds of the old waves
moving towards the shore,
enticing us quit our jobs and
flee the neverending cycle.
A grey Sunday
We sit on the couch
Potato Chips
Cups of tea and coffee
Matching robes
We munch the day away
Watching shows
A moony sky
lighting up the night.
Cold sheets
slowly warming up.
Sleeping late,
as Sunday is here.
Doing little, feeling
a lazy kind of vibe,
as Sunday passes.
After so much grey,
sunshine warms us.
Floppy sheets now
feel cool and crisp.
The cat lays feet up,
rolling in the rays.
Sitting on the couch
feeling all my years.
Time passes quietly
in a Boketto trance.
Napping on Sunday
with eyes wide open.
C & K 