The first of 9 days,
Away from work and very free,
From tiresome burdens.
The weather is wet,
A light rain and the ground’s wet,
And it does feel cold.
I picked up the files,
The papers and stuff that’s there,
Laying around me.
Can see the work top,
Dark wood and camera too,
An old AE-1.
An i-Pad lays there,
A screen and a blue notebook,
And a fountain pen.
