Sunday Afternoon
By: James Dubeau
Curled upon
The soft leather couch
Pen in hand
Scrawling
Upon the tattered notebook
Words flow freely
Gliding in black
Upon the page
A trumpet solo
Rolls from speakers
Dotted across the coffee shop
In six months
A fire would be roaring
But today
Artificial logs lay lifeless
Taking in late spring warmth
Notebook pages flap
Curling
In the conditioned air breeze
As I sit here
Relaxed
On this Sunday afternoon
Friday, June 17, 2011
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Aww... I wish it was Sunday afternoon. :( That sounds incredibly relaxing. A perfect Sunday afternoon.
ReplyDeleteThank you for reading. :)
ReplyDeleteI wish I wasn't sick and was able to enjoy this Sunday afternoon half as much as I enjoyed it last week.