On a Sunday night

After dinner

But before the week ahead

Will blossom like a wild rose

But first

To start the week fresh as a

Linen thread

With all hope

Goes

Like a water

Through a hole

In the bottom

Of the bowl

The stalemate

Of wasted

To start over is the begin

Again

So air out the troubles

Hold the feeling and be whipped out

Defenestration

Into the thick

Winters

Night

You can feel your fingers release

The cold damp history

With dew on the glass

As you open it fast

And out with the old

And in with

The new