Sunday   2 comments

Sunday the day to,
dance with me a shuffle
Left, right; in step, slow
Hand in hand –love
Hands with leads – love
Sunday walk
morning stroll
Wheels turning
cars rolling
like life – so slow
necks craning, eyes darting
footpath seating
coffee to stay or go
Crossing the road
darting between cars
Their footsteps are,
footnotes to the landscape
Eye the dream, getaway
Grey clouds or blue sky
A Sunday indulgence
before Mondays screams


Posted 17/07/2011 by DarKarsean in poem, poetry, Uncategorized

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2 responses to “Sunday

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  1. Those last two lines are such a perfect cap to a wonderful scene. Good write!

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