Certain of nothing now
but smiling
and the pup, sighing tired
sighs in my lap.

of the day’s last minutes
growing limp like wilted
radish greens.

What I could start
and not finish
haunts me.

Dinner was invented,
destroyed, and the dishes
speak of a modern, though
pointless porcelain sculpture.

And isn’t that the point?

Take what’s whole,
divide into pieces,
put back together with grace.

If only it were
Groundhog Day.

groundhog day 2

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