Treasure Island

Eloida Capuno


Notes on a Sunday


It has become a pattern
Sundays are rest days
But not for our cleaning lady
And the guy who mows
the grasses
and the laundrywoman
the iron lady
the neighbor who does my
Manicure and pedi


It is my rest day
but is it right
to deprive them
of their Sundays
Now i'm thinking
of Saturdays.

Submitted: Sunday, February 03, 2013
Edited: Sunday, February 03, 2013

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