Thursday’s Sonnet has far to go: Line One.
Not so far from here down on Line Two.
The week is like a sonnet: When it’s done
Look back to see if it was good to do.
If that’s so, Thursday’s worth cannot be seen
From here, the second quatrain; wait for three
For point and punchline: Is it nice or mean?
And even there, it isn’t easy to see.
Thursday is the workweek’s semicolon;
Could have ended here, but there should be more
To protect success from being stolen
Concrete hardens harder and then no more.
So I guard the week on Thursday lest I find
Footprints and initials that aren’t mine.
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