Sundays

 

 

 

 

 

Lazing on a sunny Sunday,

not waiting for the phone to ring,

 

wearing a glut of contentment,

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on the undersprung couch,

 

and the tigress sleeps beside me,

twitching with dreams.

 

 

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16 thoughts on “Sundays

  1. This feels like quite a departure from your style. Dare I say it? It reads like a pair of Haiku’s in hiding!!!! Wonderful 🙂

  2. Cal – I tucked the tiger back where she belongs. 🙂
    Mariana – we can ask for nothing else. It is sheer bliss, thank you 🙂
    Brad – Thanks for the wonderful. 🙂

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  4. Excellent. One of those “in-limbo” moments in life that are rarely captured effectively, because they are so elusive to document. Full of the essence and feeling of potential, things soon to happen. Sundays are often days that resist taking definite shape, and you’ve been wise enough not to give us too many answers. Brilliant.

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