Slumber--a poem

Slumber

The Sun sails,
Into the night.
Shoulders slump.
Eyes cloud over, droop.
A head nods,
and jerks upright.

Stairs cause stumbles,
When ascended.
Clothes strewn,
On the floor.
A trail from bed,
to door.

Comforter to comfort.
Pillows piled,
And fluffed,
To receive a roll,
Into bed,
Under covers.

Too hot?
Too... cold?
Too.......late.
Too..........tired.
Too..............decide.
Too...................asleep.

Mark Worden
Encinitas
10.24.05

Columbus Day---a poem

Columbus day

I went to the post office on Monday.
It was closed!
I was puzzled!
I bought a stamp out of the machine!

I looked at the opening time on the door!
I looked at my watch!
The postal workers were late!
I wondered why!

Imagination took over,
and I thought perhaps
I had missed some calamity!
There was no sign on the door.

The world appeared normal.
Stores were open.
The barbarshop was open.
But traffic was light!

At work,
The office receptionist was at her desk.
I asked,
Why was the post office closed today?

It's Columbus Day, She said!
I thought,
That means that there's no mail today!
And the banks are closed!

It's kind of a holiday,
Easily forgotten.
But I goofed off some,
Anyway!

Mark Worden
Del Mar
10/14/05