Monday, Monday (sing along if you like)

The words we use to divide time
The cubbyholes we make to store the
Broken pieces of days
Monday, Deadline, or even Past Due

What if we - like the solitary, soaring hawk -
Could look down on life and
Take it all in with a sweeping eye

What would we call perfect fall days
With crisp air and autumn sun
What would we call today if we knew it was
The only and last and best gift we would ever receive?

I don't know
But I bet we wouldn't call it anything
We would just live it

dg

10/18

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