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Days I Avoid
the curtains of my window
to tomorrow hang heavy and still
like burlap, tarpaulin, leather
no wind stirs them
fact is heavier than imagination
each year i want this day to pass
but this is a big one
as i slip into a new decade
without fanfare, clock on steeple face
stirring in darkness, minute hand
trembling in premonition, then clunk
one minute past midnight
and i’m still here
self proclaimed atheist that i am
still every day of atonement
a convicted unbeliever i lie low
air heavy and motionless
perhaps the one i don’t believe in
won’t notice me hiding in this corner
holding my breath
as yet another year slips safely by
© Johnmichael Simon
2008
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