Monday Poem

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After a Sunday
of self-inflicted discord
just before waking
I dreamed I was composing a poem
it struggled to materialize
unconciousness kept hold of it
but one word escaped:
"appleyard".

Monday's dawn

after a Sunday

of self-inflicted discord

I dreamed a poem.

All that's left is one word:

"appleyard".







Before dawn 

after a Sunday

of self-inflicted discord

my unconscious churned out

a poem now lost.

All that’s left is one word:

“appleyard”.