Vendredi
I smile all along
my balmy evening bikeride,
pedalling happy.
Samedi
Measure, pin, snip snip,
press the peddle, the needle
whirs, dances, stitches.
Dimanche
White wisps on pale blue,
jet streams scar the perfect sky,
up where planes fly high.
Lundi
Through open windows,
jasmine intoixicates me
on these long hot nights.
Mardi
Daily ritual:
pedalling furiously
to find inner calm.
Mercredi
It's too hot for jazz,
the melodies meander,
but I'm trapped inside.
Jeudi
Coffee, a notebook,
one of those perfect mornings,
here in summertime.
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