Cracking through a list of jobs;
remember cheese; what about cars
and timetables, emails, the phone?
And, smooth as summer, Yesterday’s
only one abstraction of experience
upwards, outwards, maybe making meaning
by a little brain’s outreach for sense.
To put a finger in a dyke of days,
without a mirror, how
Tomorrow turns and turns into Today, today.
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