Which Way? Sunday.

Laid low.
I’d escape in place to Sunday-
not the physical day- but the mood conjured,
the expectation meet.
-When the shadow of self weighs more than the
bifurcated light of the first, or is it, the last-
day of the week.

a repost. and there will be a few more as I reboot, so to speak, this site.

r.douglas

I’m spry yet retired. I reside in the inner city of a major metropolitan area of the United States. I read politics. I watch baseball. I hum along with the tune. I June swoon, and moon the bad poem. Post here, are old and new. Opinions are my very own, except when wrong.

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  • I saw a documentary about the laurel canyon influence on music, so sometimes a reblog or retro thing is good….pet sounds on now

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