sunday

It' sunday morning.
Friday night's litter is crushed on the sidewalk.
The Happy Birthday Princess ! balloon is down the street
At least what is left of it that is
Okay i wanted to write this poem on sunday morning it would have been better
but now its tuesday and I hardly remember the weekend. I just remember walking home was like an indie film set in the lovely allston village, which is an indie film in itself.
so it's not sunday morning, it's tuesday and I couldn't get that poem to rhyme.