Thursday
and we stand
static and subtle
on the precipice
the grave tow of the week behind
scutters begrudgingly at our heels
and the pale auger of the weekend
chides light on the horizon
Teetering neatly betwixt,
we nod our assent,
a wink to the carriage -
and drop headlong
into the fray
Copyright: Brian Pellerino 2005
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Reviewed by char lee (Reader)
Reviewed on October 6, 2006
fridays and birthdays are overrated
thursday used to be my favorite day of the week
i dont have a favorite any longer
i miss that and more
Reviewed by Candy T (Reader)
Reviewed on January 26, 2006
personally, i live for fridays - and it appears that you do as well. i love the way you've taken something so common and caused it to become unique and, well, magical.
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thursday used to be my favorite day of the week
i dont have a favorite any longer
i miss that and more
Love Tinka