TIMING
In Prague,
Tuesday takes his hand,
dragging him into the
streets of orange-tiled roofs.
In Minneapolis,
Monday bars my way.
What new secrets
have stubbed his toe?
When I wake,
the sunlight on my face
is already ancient.
Let’s Get Lost by bluecoloursofnature
JACKIE LEA SOMMERS 
I get the impression that in the first verse you were referring to a dream, then you woke up
Not really. 🙂 It’s just that the boy in the dream is 7 hours ahead of the girl and experiencing Tuesday before she does. 🙂
LOVE this. I always fall in love with your imagery. (And I love that I understand your poetry!)
I love this. I lived this. Except without boys.
I kind of love this poem