Sunday

 

Sunday declines

down a steep slope that leads home

down an empty street

 

on a Sunday stroll

prim Parisian lace trails

in a ripe dog turd

 

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This poem was written in response to Carpe Diem #671, Sunday Afternoon, another great prompt hosted by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, which gave Seurat’s painting “La Grande Jatte” as our inspiration. All of the poems in the link-up can be read here. And, to finish, here’s The Sundays with a song which, aptly, manages to include a lavatory in the lyric –