Days of the Week

Monday: A mustard seed in winter soil.
Tuesday: Peasant carts on the daybreak horizon coming into town from the provinces.
Wednesday: Eating a meal knowing it ends with you washing all the dishes and heavy pots by hand, alone.
Thursday: Between the scholar and the sage.
Friday: Shut in a library thinking of pink neon signs reflected in rain lacquered sidewalks.
Saturday: Victorian wooden toys lying on hard wood floor, vibrating to the sound of lawnmowers.
Sunday: Feet propped up on a table, chamomile tea, sadness at twilight.