A MIDDLE-AGED BED

Cadences of
A middle-aged bed
One pillow; two heads
And how the morning
Brooms last night
Each day like a custom.

The creases from
A previous darkness
Shall all have settled
By the time of twilight
And everything maroon vacates
As the drapes open flood.

Eggshells in the dustbin
Omelettes for breakfast
The juice box remains
Cooling inside the refrigerator
And just like everyday–
Office opens at 9 o' clock.

After a while- today
The bed has learned
Another language for daytime
That is spoken
Every second Wednesday,
Or Friday, or Saturday, or Monday.

-K.G.