Sunday AgainA Poem by Thomas W CaseI have a YouTube channel where I read my poetry https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kxOye9wk3XgThere’s something about Sundays I’ve never been able to shake. A somber cloud that speaks a silent sermon. A low kind of weather that doesn’t show up on the horizon. I got out early, figured I’d beat the crowd. Shot nine over. Nothing special. Nothing terrible. A couple of double bogeys that made me say “f**k” more than I’d like to. Mediocre enough to think I could’ve done better if I went back out. Keep the hybrid in the bag. Use the four iron on that long par five. Spent the afternoon turning that over in my head. The course still there. The pond with the ducks on hole number one. The day jogging by, leaving me behind. I just stayed in. Made an omelet. Drank my coffee slow. Let the quiet settle like a quilted blanket. It’s Mother’s Day. My mom’s been gone a long time now. I told my kids’ mothers happy Mother’s Day" told them they’re the best. And I meant it. Don’t know how, but the sun shines on a bum’s a*s once in a while" especially if his pants are halfway down. By the time I looked up, the whole thing had slipped away. And whatever it is about Sundays was still there, same as ever.
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1 Review Added on May 20, 2026 Last Updated on May 20, 2026 AuthorThomas W CaseClear Lake, IAAboutThomas W. Case was born in Oxnard. He has published 3 volumes of poetry. The Bullfrog Dreams of Flying, Artichokes, Avocados, and Van Gogh, and Seedy Town Blues. He has won several poetry contests. Hi.. more.. |

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