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"Dear Day" (ode to 2014)

Dear day,


You’re unexpectedly, abruptly below

The up to here line

The fine line

the finish line

And in this melancholy, not so much, almost there moment we’ll have to go

with foolish hearts and shaky hands

and tempting thoughts that reprimand


And on.

Dear day, I thought you’d know

That you would come and you would take

A pinch of this, a lump of that

A gist of all the ‘well in fact’

and leave behind the secrets that whisper on the wind

and mock us for the foolish fools and players we have been

Dear day

I bid adieu

Tomorrow is another you

And though I can’t say it has been swell

You’re a story nonetheless to tell


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