awake bright, mask off, sleeptime eight hours
A digital display informs,
toodaloo.
find clothes, make the coffee, hug son-
done coffee, sonturn the heat off, bring cup,
into bedroom, for wife.
Sunday, after a night of completed dreams
No memory of loose ends there anymore,
no memory at all any more.
Bells ring, it is Sunday, day of
christian worship
twenty five spam, all deleted,
people trying to sell what can only be given,
or stolen.
go to the bakers,
see a young woman on the same mission,
still in her pyjamas.
It is frosty out
so she has a woolly hat and a padded jacket on over them.
Getting breakfast on Sunday
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