Another long day at work, but Friday
Means it doesn’t really matter that much
The weekend beckons, if only to say
These next two days are yours, so seize them; clutch
Whatever you can, and hang on; it’s such
A short time till you slip back down into
That dark chasm; feel sunlight’s warmer touch
On your face that you see on weekdays through
The office windows. Walk the hills, the blue
Infinite ceiling of nature displayed
For your pleasure, revealing like a torch
In the dark, brilliant corners, dazzling hues
And sensual smells; creatures that run or lay
As you take part in evolution’s search
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