Day One

December 01, 1993|By Rosemary Klein

I cannot admit this is the first

day of December. I have lost

a year without knowing its presence,

without looking for it. Maybe I forgot

what time is. Explain to me again

its measure. How seven boxes are

stacked side by side, within them

clocks ticking and a weatherman

pointing to clouds, rain, smiling suns.

Or explain something simpler to me,

how I will live and then I will

die and in between I will be looking

for the years I missed, the years

I didn't know I had.

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