another Friday, locked into the calendar;
and yet to be used, we start at daybreak.
dog-eared and tired, we shine it off;

it becomes TGIF, an acronymn for life;
and the captain addresses the troops,
as they don their clown suits and noses.

they take wretched Fridays, shake them
until Saturday can be seen thru it;
and a child's laugh resonates tree leaves.

dressed like Christmas morning, sleepy-eyed,
expecting what Saturday brings after soccer;
ice cream, snacks, and a whole day of sunshine.

05/06/2011

Posted on 05/06/2011
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