Friday’s commute is slow
the weekend beckons
with the knowledge
of work to be done
and peaceful sits
on the porch
Friday’s birds sing louder
and though the moon hides
her shining face
behind heavy clouds
the songs echo in the overcast
Friday’s coffee
is a little richer
a little less bitter
even black
and in the quiet
it is a little more enjoyed
despite the day ahead

April Wells

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