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.
JRMcF
johnrobertmcfarland@gmail.com
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