monday morning and the sky
by john sweet
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monday morning and
the sky pressed hard against
the windows
it rains or
it almost rains
it threatens
sweat down the back of your neck
the baby moaning in his
shallow sleep and what is it
you're afraid of on this
quiet street?
what is it that sits beside you
in this slowly spinning room?
not the ghost of your father
and not the shadows of
all your old failures but maybe
something darker
maybe your future nightmares
shapeless for now but
coalescing
the hell of living too long
or
the guilt of dying young
the promise of disease
of course
and maybe your fear is for
your son
imagine the possibility
that all of these unknowns are
a beautiful gift
maybe this unconditional love
has made you both more
and less than you'd
hoped to be
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