Sunday
I remember red curtains
and red, round
Loony Tunes logo.
Red couch and armchairs.
Beets on my plate
and two dark butterflies
nestled in the corner of the room.
How excited and scared I was
when I though they were a bat.
Balcony door got open,
the curtains moved
and they flew away.
I remember red spots
on their fluttering wings.
Yet, somehow Sunday
is still a yellow day.
Boring,
depressing,
pressuring.
Copyright © Danka Sikorska | Year Posted 2020
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