every day is the first day
you come in today
and the dog sings up
the sorrow
the cancer sly passenger
announced like an
extra stop
on a crowded train
gets short shrift sent to dance
lonely on the
lawn with all this
new palaver all this
court and kingdom-come
why give it scintilla
more
I always said I just
got to the stop
a little early stood here
waiting with the magazines
the warm socks the
crosswords
facemasks do you remember
the first year when I sprayed
everyone with blood
everytime I sneezed
I waited
then set to
dry these singed wings
in the winter air for
folding creaking flapping a sight
too droll for tragedy
I am
practical as magic
inevitable as spring
And you write noble poems too.
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bravo!