Weekdays and Polygons

Today I am a triangle with points too sharp to touch.
Tomorrow I might be a cylinder that rolls with you
Downhill,
Picking up speed until we soar
Over those bumps in the road life tosses our way.
Maybe by Wednesday I’ll be the puzzle part
That slots perfectly into your own.
That thing that fits and is comfortable
Like a worn sweater…

Weekdays and Polygons

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