A Sunday Poem

The plants she had plantedDigging holes with shovelsBurning beneath the sunDehydratedHad shriveled and decomposed. But it was okBecause it was onlySunday. The eggs she had preparedFishing for shellsAnd aiming for sunny-side upHad made the fire alarms rattle. But it was okBecause it was onlySunday. The shirt she had purchasedCosting a crisp $100 billHad shrunk and … Continue reading A Sunday Poem