On this Monday
I sit on the couch
cushioned between two dogs.
The sun has set.
My evening dwindles.
Time never grows.
It’s quiet outside,
the aftermath settling
from a long needed rain.
One of the dogs
turns to me
eyes pondering.
The other is fast asleep
coiled lazily
into a mess of fur and paws.
In the engineered light,
my pen scratches the paper
thoughts formed into curves and lines.
zeven writes 