Tuesday--Lisa Fraser

Arbitrary and contrary
to the most ordinary
The outcast looks to the sky
for February
The leaves and branches
H
A
N
G
like august leaning into September –
lazy, long,
begging to be remembered


Like a curtain of beads
Tuesday green leaves
sway
brushing the spirit of wondrous soul

Set adrift on a journey unknown
stars, now
De -
throned,
cast light upon the rolling stone


And Tuesday O P E N S her arms to the afternoon
Memories of June rush in
The quixotic clouds grazing
past the blue of the sky
Seduces autumn to imbue his dye …

Tomorrow the clock will be reset
into this time when thoughts and wind
intertwined with the chiming of reminders
accompanying Tuesday