AND FOUND SHE’D MOVED
Feb. 24, 2012
Copyright Gordon Kuhn All rights reserved.
Poet in the Rain, Alpaca Junction, Inc.
You toucha my poem, I breaka you face.
I woke on Monday
Yeah, Monday knows the score
And stared at the white of the ceiling above
Yeah, like there ain’t no more Monday’s to come
On Tuesday I thought of the weekend before
And of all the weekends that passed in many a score
On Wednesday, I picked up the guitar and played one note
One note to say I was awake and alive and then went out the door
On Thursday, yes, Thursday I said hello to the lady next door
First time I did, wondered if I should have did.
Friday I woke up, uh huh, and found myself layin’ on the floor
Or is that lying on the floor, damn if I know
I just know where I was
And there’ve been times in my life when I didn’t
Come sing my song. Let life flow.
On Saturday, the dog had to go and so we went with the flow
Wandering around in the snow. Snow? Wake up boy, you’re in Florida.
Sunday, s’pose I should go to church. Mmm. Hmm.
Nope not ‘less they let me lead the choir.
Back to Monday when I knocked on my neighbor’s door
And found she’d moved.