Mundane starts

the week,

and its

mill running appropriate

(it is)

quid pro quo

for first, since

Do’sday

second

is properly psyched

for doings and lists and

the crossing out of lists

but When’s day

3

?

the third?

Lost in the effluvium?

it isn’t Thirdsday, that–

as previously noted

sounds trippy

–but Thor’s day

fourth

frying up the fifth

just as pretty as you please

which pleads

–anything but silently, TGI—

then bolts—

leaving sixth day

oh-so-

Sad it’s all you can do

to lounge

on a beach

in a chair

for ours

–waiting for the

Son.