As life moves,
and days wither to nights,
perspective is paramount.
What did I care about
one year ago today?
Whose opinion upset me
last winter?
On which day was the house
dirtier than I could bear?
What was it that we
disagreed about last spring?
I don't know.
Yet, I took those days
and smashed them like
a cigarette under my shoe.
The countdown of good days
has begun
and I've made it shorter.
3 comments:
As always, nice. Got enough for another chapbook soon?
Good poetry makes you think, and this one has certainly made me think about time I've squandered. Nicely stated!
I love the cigarette image. It really conveys the theme.
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