Always Sunday by Don Bouchard

Jan 8

In a house awaiting death,
No Monday coming,
No thing to do but wait,
No sudden joys anticipate,
No early chores to distract,
Just a careful sitting back,
In breathless Sunday slack.

Written by

Don Bouchard 65/M/Minnesota

(65/M/Minnesota)

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