Saturday, January 16

Saturday

Another lazy Saturday afternoon
spent separated from the cold winter day
under the warm covers I lay
on this Saturday afternoon.
With a cup of hot mango tea
I peer out the glass window at the naked tree
see the invisible wind blow the American flag
and cast shadows diagonally across my bed.
The sun streams in so blindingly bright
after passing yet another lonely, quiet night.
Freedom calls my name from the street below
echoing with impatience against all that I know.
Shall I sit, careless, and wath the ruby red cardinals flutter away
Or shall I join in their beckoning song and dance on this lazy Saturday.

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