The Calendar Game
MorgueFile by forghis
in the end, the smallest actions
count the most
a slow drip of persistence
a container to catch it
hold its freshness
how should I count these days
so long in passing
as they slide into each other
knocking each one onto its backside,
this plague will be with us for years
reflected in daily case and death counts
roll the dice--
reflected in daily case and death counts
roll the dice--
advance or not--
it is a game best played sober
or so the rules say,
laminated on mustard-yellow paper
parked under a refrigerator magnet
to avoid destruction in this life or the next
laminate is a 500-or-more-year thing
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2022
The Calendar Game - yes, each day seems to bump into the next. Sadly, so much in life
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It is always a pleasure to read the works of a poet at the top of her game/craft. Outstanding, my friend.
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