The Pleasance of a Monday Morning

A break from the usual tone of my poetry... (i.e. happy rather than despairing/ angry)

The world hasn't crushed you yet

and you're buoyant after breakfast

(food generally has that effect). 

The week is ahead of you -

the gaps you foresee seem to shine. 

A feeling like that

of being one hour fast:

of time, of freedom, of stresslessness.

Lightness as you walk under fine blue skies,

the wind not too strong,

the clouds fluffy white.

Walking in comfortable trousers:

this morning the calves aren't in pain.

A cheer which is pure joie-de-vivre:

liberation from usual negativity.

The sense of a chance for diversion:

the pleasance of a Monday morning. 

The End

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