Tuesday creeps slowly
it walks with company
and spends it’s time
dancing through the hours
meetings kiss meetings
as they pass in the halls
and heavy is the weight
of the world
in a little black box
Tuesday looks at the watch
and times the commute
meeting room to meeting room
and judges the chance
to stop to pee
coffee
a distant memory to Tuesday’s race
and tea
an equally distant longing

April Wells
April 19, 2016