Features
Sunday
sunday
to sunday—
that’s how
I live;
envisioning you
as the week grows long.
oh my…
when I see your smile
on those sabbath evenings
while stupidly weakening
—the daydream veering madly
astray.
charmed by illusion
my impractical heart
—a glance, a sense,
or star-eyed chance
in trusting sundays
will always come.