Sunday Morning
It is 7:30a.m.
A half-hour until football starts.
Then I watch
The glowing screen, drink
Bloody Mary's, eat a large breakfast,
And try and get excited.
Or just wait to see what happens.
To claim excitement on a Sunday morning.
Forget ethical boundaries.
Re-write morality.
It is 7:33a.m.
And a bird's chattering squeaks sound out my window.
And then a distant voice
In a surrounding house,
"Get up. Now."
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
