Ode to Sunday
Compounded by translucent philosophies
The gelatinous gears of day grind on.
A sense of urgency, backed by vagueness, that gets one out of bed in the morning.
An evaporating feeling of escape on the morning walk.
A sequence of dogs in various states of zeal.
Sandwich makers practicing the finest craft.
The sidewalks panhandling for the passage of feet.
As noon approaches, the delayed meeting of friends.
The conflagration of mealtime illuminating recent adventures.
Pupils magnetized towards shapes of text.
Accidentally searching for musicians in the thesaurus.
Brazilian radio stations.
Waging a muscular war against props of iron.
Symbolizing triumph
Not deciding what to do,
but eliminating what not to do.
Analysis of screens.
Biting into idleness with no reluctance.
A concluding sigh.
Returning in the evening through the dim passageways
To the glimmer of tomorrow’s possibility.