Monday’s good too

Sunrise seems late
but I can wait.

Only the shadows survive
in half forgotten recalls
down the long hallways
of all those yesterdays

looking ahead
I’m going to get out of bed,
soon,
I’m just watching the moon slip away,
we’re old friends you know.

everything shrinks when it’s cold
everything shrinks when you’re old
they should put that on the label.

© 2020, John Smallshaw.