Mythos & Marginalia

life notes between the lines and along the edges


Mondays are just young Fridays

   I thought Monday
       was Sunday, yesterday.

       Today is Tuesday
            all day, but

     it feels like a Monday;
out of order, out of sequence,

       running out of time.
          Today. Tuesday.

     It takes a calendar
              to remind

   what day it is, and week,
and the date;

           so few remain
           on the page.

     Late in the year, you see
         it is almost 2023.

12/27/2022                                                                                j.g.l.


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