Mondays are just young Fridays

What shades remain,
a stark reminder
of days past, sun
or moon settling on
uncertainty or a
sensibility of what
we have known.

Daily we ask for
further light, or more
colour. Recurrently
we are denied. That
should not stop us
from accepting all
we are offered.

11/04/2019                                  j.g.l.

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