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Last Thursday in May - A Poem by J.K. Durick - Dive into the Depths of Contemporary Voices

Last Thursday in May – A Poem by J.K. Durick

Easy days, like this
I’ve become used to them

Easy days, restful days
nothing to prepare
nothing left to finish up

Easy days, quiet days
no urgent phone calls
no snail mail, no emails
wanting this or questioning that

Easy days, lazy days
getting up late, eating late
reading novels, watching TV
every item, every move
an end in itself

Easy days, like this
restful, quiet, lazy
reasons to go on are gone
phone calls, mail from no one
going nowhere – gone

Easy days, like this
I’ve become used to them
I’ve mastered them
nothing left to do
but this.

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