Mondays are just young Fridays

Perhaps the soul
is your fridge door, a
consistent spot to place
random drawings or snapshots
of those you love. Amidst
grocery lists, greasy
fingerprints, unpaid parking
tickets, love notes with assorted
reminders or mementos,
you find all important things.
Like poetry taped up
over the years, and left to
weather time or the next event,
there are irrelevant, yet
intentional examples of life
as it happens. Open the door,
see the light, there are
good things inside.

04/09/2018                                                       j.g.l.

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