Any day in the life of a retiree

This list poem is my response to What day is it anyway? from Sarah at dVerse Poets Pub, where the prompt is to choose a day, then write a poem about the way that day feels to you.

Any day in the life of a retiree

Sleep in
Coffee
Watch the bird feeder
Breakfast
Read the news
More coffee
Read poetry
Watch the bird feeder
Housework
Write poetry
Go kayaking
Watch the bird feeder
Go hiking and take photos
Fill the bird feeder
Grocery shopping

Check
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Check
Wait, that’s tomorrow.
Check
Check
Check
Or was that yesterday?

What day is it anyway?

Isn’t every day Saturday?

Circular Saturday

Circular Saturday

back around to Saturday
or round
or a loose interpretation, thereof
circular

edge, rough
okay, outer edge rough
inner edges straight, smooth
a pizza cutter will do that

our Saturday ritual
her dough
my toppings

garlic sautéed in olive oil
Fontina
eggplant, sliced, cubed
tomatoes, sun-dried
mushrooms, fresh
olives, black
asparagus, pre-roasted

occasionally, sausage
or salmon

and, finally
goat cheese, crumbled

quick slide to
corn, ground, on
stone, preheated

oven
gas, convection
Fahrenheit, four hundred forty
minutes, eleven

basil, fresh
oregano
cutter, circular

stout or porter
glasses, slices raised
toast, “Pizza!”