Monday Candy by Nancy Schatz Alton
The coffee shop is cold, patrons ease into Monday.
The dog exhales in white puffs. Ritual makes
the work week easier. I push into word tasks.
See the light orange persimmons pop against bare branches?
The dog exhales in white puffs. Ritual turns
Sunday’s losses into a fading story that I’m almost done telling.
The light orange persimmons pop against the coral red house.
I eat colors like they’re candy M&M’s: shove 11 into my mouth: yum.
Replace Sunday’s losses with the coffee shop conversations:
firings, dog walking pays, lateral & convoluted: an educated customer base
I eat gossip like its candy M&M’s: shove 11 in my mouth: yum.
Until the tales turn to complaining: yuck.
Car prowls, expensive Seattle, tangential & true: I’m a thief, are you?
Throw chatter & mix with my same old sobfest: oy, I crave silence.
Grumbles & sagas, overheard conversations duplicate.
The coffee shop is cold, I ease myself into Monday.