work awaits.
I peer out the door. dip a toe
out
into the cold rain
and smile.
socks and shirts go on.
work clothes.
hat, gloves, my books,
papers.
some money from the jar.
keys off the hook.
it's good.
all good. Mondays. sweet
Monday.
rain, wind, clouds and cold.
lovely.
just lovely. once again,
away we
go.
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I would end this poem after:
Lovely.
Just lovely. Once again.
That is all --so delete those last two lines.
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