old sweaters and curly headed boys
a book, a blanket,
heaven.
falling asleep saturday night to the sound of falling rain
through an open window.
satiated.
waking early on a sunday morning to a world
silver as Ansel's prints, than later
white.
turning back into bed around 3pm
a little more reading, mostly,
sleep.
monday it's someday, track 4 revolves again
concentration escapes my notice,
fallen.