on may day
you open the front door
first thing in the morning
sticking your head out
and looking around
but there is nothing to find
no newspaper
no milk bottles
no basket of goodies left by
the children next door
after shutting the door
and retreating back into your den
you wonder whatever
happened to yesterday
when everything seemed
so perfectly normal
all the while knowing
deep in your heart
that was never the case
february two thousand twenty-five
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Normal isn’t. It is unattainable. Although it is often alluded to, it never truly materializes. Which is excellent news for those of us who are certain we would never possess it.
I remember a stretch of time that was pretty good 🙂