Since this one I'm never going to send off to any of the local poetry journals, I decided to share it with my readers.
7
Days from an Outsider’s Recollection
The first day was one exhausted in a crowded shopping
mall, fixated on the
reassuring sound of a phone call. The second day, she
scribed secret expressions
on the opening page of a hard-back red journal. The
third night was
Christmas. The couple swayed to the moan of exhausted
country singers. The
fourth was spent laying with her 10-day-old-husband-to-be.
The fifth
evening was spent in a twin bed, watching cartoons while
she wrote in the
red journal. The sixth she sat in the warm sand with
him on a sunny Saturday, next to the
dam. The seventh day on a Sunday, they rested behold everything
was very good. And God
blessed the Seventh Day
as he had all of the others.
