On the Monday before the End,
the air in Cleveland was thick and muggy and
Children walked down the street in shorts and t-shirts and
adults toiled away at this job or another.
On the Monday before the End,
A factory worker in Mississauga noticed his hairline was receding and
a mother cried after her son let slip “bitch”;
she thought of ways to punish him after.
On the Monday before the End,
I thought about you and hoped you were doing alright,
but resolved not to reach out, not to
let you back in, because
I didn’t know it was the Monday before the End,
None of us did,
None of us ever know.
Quality! Your poetry always gives me pause, thank you!
That’s the nicest comment I’ve ever gotten, thank you kindly 😁