and for all its just being another day,
somehow it always has the power
to make everything
than it was.
I don't know if it is just the promise of the weekend,
an escape from the drab
or the magic of the day itself.
I had a bunch of drivel I wrote, and then erased.
Everyone knows about Fridays,
they don't need to hear it from this old bird.
I like these days.