waiting on monday
my head’s been out of the game
far too long
for example I don’t even know
what day it is
sometimes that’s okay
not knowing how much you got
left in the tank
or whether or not the market
ever returned to your favor
of course the markets are closed
on sundays
that much I suddenly remember
while charting the sky
on a cloudless night
june two thousand twenty-one
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jdubqca 
This is a good space to be in, I feel. Beautiful poem.
Thank you very much, friend!