3 December 2012
A Monday sky, Work-like eyes, with a cloak of dark cloud. Rain in the air, brooding Dead calm, no wind, silently loud To a dark day, alluding.
A Monday sky, A speck so high, solitary bird, I wish Seagull, gliding, Free, not a care, not a word, I wish Seagull, I wish Friday.
A Monday sky, Job-like cries, uttered from 9-5 people, Heads down, grinding Biting their tongues, fearful Their well trodden paths long, dutiful, winding.
A Monday sky, With the letters W.O.R.K written clearly, and precisely. But me? I can run This Monday won't get a slice of me, We can write , we can dream, we can be, be anything, anyone. Come run with me?
Monday Sky • Opuss № I