Monday

The
Weekend
Parade is gone
we tumble and crawl
Roll down like grinding rocks
In a smoothness transaction
Friction caused by leftover sleep
Every Monday we owe this debt
We pay with our eyes open
The day’s end drags longer
While we do the work
We wait, we sweat
Counting time
Till it’s
Nigh.

Vera

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