Map of a Hard Week
Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.
Monday is a locked gate.
Tuesday, the key that bends.
Wednesday is a bridge
missing one familiar board.
By Thursday I stop asking
the days to be geography.
Friday is only Friday:
a desk,
a late train,
rain drying on my coat.
Still, the week has carried me
from one side of itself
to the other.
56 words · 13 lines · Free Verse