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when you have forgotten Sunday: the love story
Gwendolyn Brooks 
—And when you have forgotten the bright bedclothes on a Wednesday and a Saturday,
And most especially when you have forgotten Sunday—
When you have forgotten Sunday halves in bed,
Or me sitting on the front-room radiator in the limping afternoon
Looking off down the long street
To nowhere,
(poetry diary  182 -2/19/17 – Happy Sunday!)