#to boredom

[apoemaday]

To Boredom

by Charles Simic

I’m the child of your rainy Sundays. I watched time crawl Over the ceiling Like a wounded fly. A day would last forever, Making pellets of bread, Waiting for a branch On a bare tree to move. The silence would deepen, The sky would darken, As Grandmother knitted With a ball of black yarn. I know Heaven’s like that. In eternity’s classrooms, The angels sit like bored children With their heads bowed.

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