(20 minute poetry)

Spell out for me Friday
this way in letters
but better
my way on
Friday.

It's good to wake
and
shake off the sleep,
lethargy can keep
until
Monday.

I can see from this outpost
the last post and
foremost
I can see
me.

I always do on a
Friday
can you?

When
the sun breaks through
I can also see you,

'waving not drowning'

It's nice to know that things
grow,
keeping the reaping on
the back burner until
I turn a
corner.

But I used to grow a
long, long time ago,
now I've outgrown
my usefulness and it's
useless to explain
how it hurts, but
the pain goes away
and
I feel better.
my way on
Friday.