Iron Mountain ski jump

Iron Mountain ski jump

Saturday, September 2, 2017

THE DAY OF MY NAME-a poem Sa, 9-2-17

The sun does not always shine
on Sundays,
and weddings are rarely
on Wednesday.
Each week the days,
and their names,
come and go,
as farmers on parade,
scythes on shoulders.
I watch the parade,
looking for the day
that bears my name.


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