It was the day after
and of course, the sun rose
the next morning, melted
the chocolate in my dashboard. Of course,
the hours relented. I answered
phone calls and completed
my tasks, like everything
wasn’t changing.
Of course, on my commute,
the little brown dog
still barked in his cage,
and I bought arms
of groceries, made dinner.
The sun’s crescendo
still smudged the sky pink
and purple. Of course, the lightning bugs
flickered on like lanterns in the night.
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A lovely tribute to the day. It’s been wonderful reading your poems.
same here