Poem: Monday morning

Monday morning

Three strikes on the snooze button
Then unwilling, still dark within,
I step out to stretch my stiff back
and you tell me – time to wake up.

This day I might return to bed;
Other days I will trudge to work.
But the self is the task today:
Verse, rest, reflection, dreaming on

These shards that dwell within my mind,
The unbuilt felt magnificence,
Looming over the central square
Announcing their will to be built.

 

Jeff Rich

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