Sand Blown Poet Blank verse

Keyboard Sunday

who ever said sunday isn't a work day
didn't have a park nearby for sundays soap-boxers
academia, politics, sociology, philosophy, religion, you name it
they brought lecturns, stepladders, boxes and chairs to stand on
while passers-by slowed to the gather-round for lecture and debate
it was wonderful...take a book...watch the different ball games...now
it's a desk piled with books and cd's...and a keyboard to say as i please

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Caren Krutsinger August 12, 2018 at 10:34 PM You have described the new city Sunday so well, Sand Blown. I am wondering if this is the Sunday you have always experienced or if there is another one in your imagination, an older Sunday, not quite so busy? Sand Blown August 12, 2018 at 11:04 PM um : ) there was a church going day (small town experience)...decades of slow learning and now is the happiest time of my life...i regard sunday as any other day...tim horton donut shop is open : )