Hell's Invoice

January 7, 2024

One day in January

I borrowed a day

A day from late June

I have to repay

The temperature rising

the sun high above

Birds are returning

as thoughts turn to love

As June then approaches

the bill coming due

With summer winds blowing

and everything new

I reach down in sorrow

obliged as I am

To clear my account

—the snow to begin

(Wayne Pennsylvania: January, 2024)

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