On a Tuesday
People are subdued
Loosely wound
Falling off the bone
The paper brings the tug of war
Back home
A comfortable and taut frontpage
Foreground
The world as a sketch of a stage
And I'm just glad
Holiday
Isn't spelled with two Y's
Suits still wrinkled
Behind the knee
But shaves are close today
Dogs are tired
Not so verbose today
Even the ones
That slurped beer on Sunday
Which felt like Saturday
Hard wired
Ready to go
Bodies sleeping in until eight
Just to show
The dog who's boss
A comfortable toss
A ball
Some scraps
Making their way
Into a dish
Some as lunch
On this return visit
On the Monday
That felt like a Sunday
The boy got poked in his forehead
By his mother
After being told not to move
By the volunteer fireman
Who hit him with his car
That bicycle
Probably won't be rideable
At least not while he's grounded
(As opposed to being temporarily fixed
To the ground)
For making a scene
Outside the Chinese restaurant
It may not feel like their holiday
Just a day off from school
Bored
For a moment
Until all the action
Found him
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5.26.09
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