Was It Wednesday

Was it Wednesday ? Partly closed, under a hide me peak of “ Red Bull Inc “ His eyes shaded cannot see further than his half day Wednesday dream expectation sits here ! It must be right. Her eyes ! they drip the Moon and broken stars and far, far away now, don’t and shan’t their playing at it, hidden in shadows bringing real time uncomfortably close belief sits here, maybe a distance so near. The longed for full Moon is half the stars are hidden behind keyholes wasted rolling minutes and empty hours spread into Thursdays first light it was a half day Wednesday, yes ! Must have been Wednesday.