Sunday

There was joy in his heart
And muddle on his mind
When he fell asleep
In seconds instead of minutes

There were dreams of leaves and elves he didn't see

The he woke to thuds of Sunday papers
And returned to sleep for six more minutes
By 9 he heard the beats
Of booming city streets

He put on his greenest shoes
And drove somewhere to sit around in a slightly cooler sun

October 22, 2006