All Days
(pandemic time)
July seems to be rushing
Toward conclusion
I’m not sure how that is
But there is a number at
The lower right-hand corner
That changes
Every day
And soon will be over
Maybe because it’s hard to
Tell the weekdays from
Each other
I was certain Sunday it was
Saturday,
Which should be the
Mind providing one more day
Rather than one less
But, you see,
All the days are merging
In self-quarantine
I imagine you know
What I mean
Some day we’ll be over it
Not because we say so
And we’ll look back in time
To wonder how we did it
With worse help
From Washington—well, there
I’ll need
To get beyond it, too
Not simply the spate of days
Cheers to August
More time for discovery
Maybe the science news
Like numbers for days
Will turn forward
C L Couch
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While shooting off fireworks on the Fourth of July, a summer storm rumbled in the distance. Crystal clear skies, beautiful stars, and picturesque lightning made for an incredible moment.
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