Monday Mine

A friend suggested lunch and I agreed.
We settled on a Monday meal, although
I love to spend that day at home, to read
and write and edit, talking to myself
as much as I require, want or need.
On Sunday late the email hit my screen –
her plate was full – our lunch could not proceed.
My glad relief informed me. Now I know
my Mondays are reserved for inner feed.

(Magic 9)

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