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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.