Monday On the Bench
The seat and flagpole
look memorial-like.
You've lost no one
that patriotic lately.
What about a day
where no one died
but the day itself?
Yesterday was good.
Your best in months
until it was put down
too early. Maybe due
to too much fun, too loud.
Yesterday died a death
to give you this day,
full of people handing you
work no one needs done.
We ask whether time
is like a river, or a jewel.
We never ask whether
time itself is alive.
Maybe yesterday saw
what the dull future
would bring everybody
and just wanted out.
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