365 Poems: October 30th, 2014

Last-Second Sundays

On Monday, the week is already too long.

Then Tuesday is here, then suddenly it’s gone.

Wednesday comes like a bird and it pecks on the door

for Thursday’s lion cub to spring out with a roar.

Friday’s bashing and banging with firework shows

’til Saturday streaks past, and then all of time slows

for those last-second Sundays, so constant and true:

oh how time moves so fast when I spend it with you.

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