Poemetry by T.A. Barnhart

2020-1-2

the second day of the year.
meh.
no parties.
no parades.
no fireworks.
(huzzah, say the doggies.)
no school yet, either,
which is a pain for the growed-ups
who do have to go back to work.
the long, slow crawl
through this gonna-be-a-living-hell year
has begun.
ready or not,
like it or not.
the calendar, at least,
breaks the life-long death march
(exactly what it is)
into manageable, bite-sized chunks.
enjoy.
while you can.
come the third day of the year,
annihilation is one step closer.
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©TA Barnhart January 2, 2020