Friday

You are my Friday.
There’s work to be done
sure
but you are replete with promise and
the steady march to joy

I am so tired, so very
tired
but you imbue me with
new vitality

You are comfort after the rigidity
of hard days past
You are long evenings reaching forward
into daylight

You are the precipitation of delight,
the fever of freedom coming just before
a gentle quiet

You are my home stretch
my well-earned ease
my completion
and my coming to rest.

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