Some Monday

I prefer the kindness of uncounted syllables,

the warmth of socks fresh from the dryer, still fragrant

with familiar perfumes of fabric softeners, and

I prefer possibles to impossibles, as in,

 

“It is possible that we can be better,”

as opposed to “I will make this country great

 

whatever it takes” and the nightmares that inspires. I prefer

awakening to freshly-brewed coffee, cats moving about lazily

as cats do, naturally. In the distance, an engine revs,

a bird practices its song.                                   A telephone rings.

 

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  1. It feels so much like my Monday!

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