Friday
after all. we're both tired.
weary
from a week of
work.
it's about nothing really.
small stuff.
things we both
need to do
before the weekend
ends.
the berry picking days
seem to be over.
food will be arriving
soon,
the dog
will bark when the bell
rings
and we'll lay down our
swords
for awhile
in front of the tv.
she'll go up first, excusing
herself,
and you'll follow
once
the clock strikes twelve.
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