Awoke Sunday morning
To words that were easier
Than the night before.
I was always expecting good
mornings
To be harder than good
nights

I asked you for a
Four-letter-word-for “very often”
You asked me to
Pass the salt
You didn’t know.
I slid it across the table.

Sunday morning was without
Saturday night-forced structures
It was without
Long answers to questions
That we weren't sure if they were
As complicated as they seemed.

Sunday morning left us with an answer for
23-down and
For 68-across
Saturday night we were a defeated blank
We were
An empty grid
Save a four-letter-word
For nothing
In tennis.