Poetry Friday: T.G.I.F.

Thank goodness I’m home this Friday! I spent the past four weekends traveling to family events, conferences, etc. I’m so glad the week-end’s here. Hence, a T.G.I.F. Poem by Rusty Fischer.

goes to a five o’
clock
on friday
even if it is date
night
hopes it’s too early to be
crowded
buys a ticket for sci-fi and
some twizzlers
gets settled up
front in case
anyone from work shows

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