Friday!

The debris of the week
gathers at five thirty-ish
as I shove my way through
the door
past the dog
with the groceries

I sigh
another week done
doing the bidding
of others
for something
called "money"
elusive as it is
...I never see it

The dishwasher needs
unloaded
the trash taken out
the dog runs in
from the yard and
brings me a tree branch
full of dead leaves.
The carpet needs
swept, now.

It’s Friday night.
I opt for a martini
and hamburgers for
dinner.
Maybe two
...martinis.

I’ll wrestle the cleaning
tomorrow
after sleep.
Or maybe I’ll pen a
very quick poem
about how good it
feels to end the
work week.

After maybe
three martinis