I could have written poems all day
my green socks
basking in Saturday’s sunlight
the papers were read
my bed
unmade yet inviting
my attire
unkempt yet clean
oh for daylight
with nothing to do
oh for Saturdays
with their ignorance of time
Speaking of time
I can’t believe it
I have to pick him up from the airport
keys
wallet
shock
horror
I’m late
but didn’t I just say it was Saturday
