Tagged: sunday

there are surprises

there are surprises
that tuck themselves neatly into
sunday afternoons

as if they were always meant
to be, easy, reassuring
.
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identifying

identifying
with the haves on sunday and
identifying

with the have-nots on monday
is human, it’s not either-or
.
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sunday evening,

several bites into

several bites into
sunday, we will
suddenly
wish to slow
down, savor
every sunday
second, in our
eyes, in our
ears, melting
too quickly
on our tongues
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: savor

sunday flirts with our

sunday flirts with our
senses, entices us to
unwind, let go of

burdensome time, until we
are forced to count down the hours
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: flirts

sunday breaks into

sunday breaks into
song, you know the one – it’s the
track that starts off so

quietly that you have to turn
up the volume for twelve beats
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: volume

sunday evening

sunday evening
sorting for a
monday morning
breeze, matching
socks in the dark
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: socks

sunday brunch with the

sunday brunch with the
batman is choreographed
until someone has

a tantrum, something breaks, someone
else insists it wasn’t him
.
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sunday afternoon,

sunday walks across

sunday walks across
the ceiling in sequined
shoes, size two, with
the regular irregularity
of a juvenile dog’s pitter-
patter trailing from
not far behind her
.
i am barely awake,
listening for a
toddler-sized tumble
.
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