This morning is tuned to blues and grays.
Yesterday we were all yellows and hot dogs:
pool party fare abounded. There was variety
in the day, but maybe not in the guest list.
The way it’s uttered, like an admittance:
“he’s a feminist.” Oh, that explains it all.
But the remark is cast aside, we couldn’t care.
The jabs don’t stop though. It’s a free for all
out here, car pooling or no. If things took
a slightly different red-letter turn, this dim
Sunday maybe wouldn’t be so lonely. Ah. hindsight
and all that. Another weekend in the bank.