Ode to a Cucumber Sandwich

Mondays
Please me not.
But on Sundays,
As I savor the last moments
Of the wild and savage weekend,
I tame it.

My good knife slices
Chewy, crusty ciabatta.
A blunter knife slathers
Cream cheese.
Dill and pepper
Fall like green and black snow.

Again, a sharp knife
To razor the cucumber
Into translucency.
And my weekend flees
As lunch
Is packed.