after Saturday
comes morning. Monday's not bad
blues follow bruising
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n.b. Sunday seems to be the hardest day. Do you feel that too?
CLP 12/03/2023
Tag Archives: Sunday
on time
here, we see Sunday
who stole Friday, Saturday?
today a fresh sheet
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n.b. Days merge, nights blur, feverish hours melt.
CLP 27/11/2022
on time
slow, slower, slowed, stopped
Sunday, afternoon, July
I'll wait here for you
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CLP 10/07/2022
on time
reed beds swirl in breeze
roots washed by tidal shifts
returning swallows
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CLP 09/05/2022
On Numbers (Seventh)
Families in park
strolling, talking and playing.
Shops shut, people out!
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n.b. Sun brought no heat with it and cold currents of air drew rheum to the edge of screen-tired eyes, but everyone who could squeeze into the park was there. People were enjoying the Day of Rest during which only “essential” shops were open. Oh what to do? Go the local parks and perambulate.
When this thing is over it would be a shame if the shops reopened on Sundays. It was lovely to hear the babble of conversation filling Eaton Park. It was like being on holiday in Europe, enjoying the civilising beauty of a Sunday stroll with all generations of families taking the air and talking to each other. Beautiful! Beautiful!
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CLP 22/11/2020
Lyon (VI)
Sunday’s streets mostly silent
I hear the leathery leaf of a plane tree fall
Now Saturday’s night is done
This is how life used to be
A day of rest, officially
When even clocks seem to pause
But Metro lines, buses and trams
Still running efficiently
Over the viaduct a TGV rolls
A slow start
This is a time to breathe
A gentle stroll
City parks, the river promenades
Come into their own
The carousel yet to turn
Boulouger rises early
Flower stalls bloom
A street market unwraps
Churches’ heavy doors let in light
Let out dust and gloom
Street cleaner already vacuuming
While dog walkers stoop
Still having to pick up the mess
Their dogs don’t get Sundays
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n.b. Yes, the old clock wasn’t working. It was 08:00h when I took the photo.
CLP 25/11/2019
Voyage des Mots 