Friday, again by Susan Isla Tepper

Paltry bit of powder—

the first snow.

A peek through the curtain

dawn is on fire

coming up the tree line;

but you are cold, unsettled—

reaching for a coat to cover

your worries rising faster

than daylight and why

is it Friday, again,

every time you turn around.










Susan Isla Tepper is a twenty years published writer in all genres. Her current project is an Off-Broadway Play on the subject of art and life.