FRIDAY. . . NOON TIME

Friday
noon time. . .

“my oh my!” day
hump time

“I am still here, but why?” day. . .

so close to free,”
“I taste it from my skull down to my thigh” day

Impatiently, I sigh day. . .

but fortunately,
I know I’ll be
quite soon flying–

in radical joy-
jump time

before sun slumps
‘neath land and sea,

and we will get
to choose our play,
or else our rest,
in glorious
full moon time.

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