The early morning knock
is answered with blurry eyes.
A too bright face asks if
a vehicle needs out of the garage.
The stomping above our heads
jarring us to wakefulness,
makes this so much more
Monday
than usual.
Large trucks high centre on
our steep driveway, whirling tires
Asphalt is scraped, rasping.
Scraping, scouring off the shingles.
Thudding as they hit the ground.
This Monday morning,
Coffee is required.
I’m leaving for work early.
This is too much Monday
for me.
Shawn L. Bird 