sunday

Sundays make you human
there standing behind the counter
your smiles come spontaneously
like new thoughts.
Hair slightly dishevelled,
white faded t-shirt with 'crazy for JC' printed on the front,
You love just like Him, on Sundays....freely.
Heavy make up, nails and hair done,
you wear Wednesday like a mask,
Impassive, distant, cold,
sophisticated
you sprout proud wings for communing with eagles and I,
mere mortal gaze on in admiration

and dream of Sunday when you perch again