Retaking Monday

The violation must have taken place
on Friday over night, while I was gone
to children and their children, to embrace
young torsos and the games they’re doting on.
The Sunday morning mess and loss, at dawn
discovered, brought denial, then dismay,
but not for long. I’m not depression’s pawn.
I’m cleaning, dusting, purchasing today.

(Huitain)

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