Tuesday, February 02, 2010


February belongs to nothing.
It lacks the splendor of winter;
more gray than anything.
It’s a tag-a-long month
with nothing in common
with the others. Yes,
it has evolved—

a hard shell
for emotional survival;
and seldom affords anyone

It’s hard to say anything good
about a month that cannot control
the number of days it lives.
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