Sunday, 11 December 2016

work for tomorrow

blue yesterday, the same grey light today, fury.
Wish to move, but why bother - why- where to, what for.
The son puts a cake for breakfast on the table, and bursts into tears at the sight of the non uniform cups on the table.
The wife jeers him.

What on earth would a person get up for to be faced with this?
staying in bed would have been worse.

Help the son to clear up his mess in his room,
his fury goes back bit by bit,
the floorboards are visible now, the one table's surface is free.
He becomes more and more contented as things thought lost
-turn up

Sunday morning
Need to move the car away from the private parking spot
only permitted on weekends.

how much of this chaos belongs to me, how much to others?

His friend comes early, they have work to do for school
tomorrow.

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