There are no poems
hanging about today
the roads are
straight
the sky is gray
everything looks
like itself today
and not like
something else
all the blues are
blue
all the greens are
green
news is neither the
best nor the worst
there is no smell of
rain
tears are just tears
they just fall
everything is so-so
and I am too tired
to make meaning
there aren't any
poems about today
or if there are
they are beyond my
reach
there might be a
couple on the coffee table
but I have surrendered myself
to the couch
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