Tuesday
Tuesday, you big yellow dog,
I have always loved you and your
whistling sound, your
exuberance, happily second place in the march of days,
Into all your minutes the squeeze of sun
enters with its golden splinters.
Tuesday, you big yellow dog,
I have always loved you and your
whistling sound, your
exuberance, happily second place in the march of days,
Into all your minutes the squeeze of sun
enters with its golden splinters.