Friday, May 25, 2012
Ode to Tuesday
I wake to you with neither hope nor sorrow,
Before my eyes to the clock, I know your name.
It’s not Monday! At last it is tomorrow!
A day has passed since my least favorite came.
Tuesday, you have a light refreshing presence,
A newness ‘specially salient around nine;
Something about the way the sun is innocent
The quality of light has evanescence,
I secretly wish that you were only mine.
You tell me all the things that Monday meant.
Motivated by the star.me mission of the day, 05/25/12