May 3rd
- JANE CLIFTON
- May 21
- 1 min read
hope drifts in
like fog
a whisper
a suggestion
of a maybe
on a Saturday
in the morning
when the tank is dry
bank balance
said goodbye
to something
anything
resembling solid
you are clinging
to a dream
it sustains you
for a minute
crazy schemes
for a minute more
a few hours
full of what-ifs
and how you’d fix things
and more
before
the Sunday disappointment
barges in.
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