Five Minutes Monday Morning


Eleven fifty-five,

What’s left?

Coffee made, suburban meaning

More?  Well, make a list,

Check—check the list


How much of it’s repeated?

Breathe in, breathe out

Better now the weather’s changed

Autumn’s here at last, I think

Cooler, clearer air


Or I can pretend

How much of the difference is inside?


But there’s anxiety in the pit

Well, it’s Monday morning


I used to read five-minute mysteries;

Five-minute words—I

Believe it could be worse