Just Another Friday!

Just another Friday
A page with little things to fry
Eggs from yesterday birthing a morning
the sun thinking today is boring.
Miracles are aligned to a rainbow
so the clothes for tomorrow will dry.
Empty house, thoughts endless
Empty mind, endless words.
Echo of another rain
drizzling questions pouring to live.
Just another Friday
where the storm cloud gathers,
the stomach will be hungry
the bank account will be same
except miracles happen in numbers.
A Friday where the mosques see visitors
the club receives members
the condoms leave their boxes
and I will become a poem
A really long and loving type.

Ruddapoet [TRCP]

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