I like a Monday morning
the briefly perfect
peach of it
with all the weekend
social
obligations done
the fridge still
full enough from Thursday's shop
(and fancy leftovers
in plastic tubs)
With everyone at
work should I require
a civil servant or
a tradesman
there are five whole
days ahead
to find an appointment
Australia Post might
bring
a parcel of coloured
cord
my emails will be
answered
the phone will ring
with pleasant anticipation
This is what happens
when you work for
yourself
and the work you do
upstairs in the
house
in the tops of the
trees
is a joy and comfort
to you
and you don't have
to wear any shoes
On Friday night friends
say
aren't you glad it's
the weekend
Is it the weekend?
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