one day at a time

morning’s whisper a touch of sun something outside murmurs the touch of memory love in spring lost in autumn solitude a leaf turned red falls it’s monday time to start again a blank sheet a time for poeming and first drafts i let lines speak before i’m interrupted by errands later the job and faceless people in a long line and unending demands i take to the streets for snippets of life tires sing i live for today a friend at the bar she pours me an iced tea i don’t have to ask i'll dance and sing at nightfall perhaps but now it is still it's morning it's a monday a beginning some people say televisions flicker the weekend’s college football scores for every loss a win a brief, sweet conversation with the bartender she's been working here since early this year we brush hands