another Sunday

 
 
another Sunday
 
coffee house in
the morning  
 
laundromat in
the afternoon  
 
same every Sunday
 
much like the sun
and moon
 
or salmon swimming  
upstream to
spawn
 
not everyday has to
be filled  
by:
 
the search for  
the holy  
grail  
 
a shoot out at
the O.K.  
corral
 
a piece de  
resistance  
 
the charm of
someday's is  
their complete  
lack of adventure  
 
moving as gracefully  
as a swan gliding
thru quiet lake  
water
 
I would take a  
million such  
days
 
before the dawn
breaks  
 
and the wars
begin