Mythos & Marginalia

life notes between the lines and along the edges


Only Wednesday

   Wednesday sits naked
           and ordinary
               waiting

   between the bookends of social Saturday
   and restive Sunday. The day is
         little more

   than a cluster of hours or a stop on the
   treadmill. Indecisive and
        lonely

   nobody chooses a Wednesday. Nothing
   happens
             on a Wednesday

   and it’s the same each week.

 

© 2014 j,g, lewis


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