Poetry (Day 158): Sometimes

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         Sometimes

 

Sometimes, Monday
rolls along just like you expect and
sometimes, Monday
gives you a crab claw on a driveway
that’s twenty miles from the ocean.

These strange happenings
make the day pass
no quicker than usual,
contrary to expectation.

Instead, I just spend the hours
thinking strange thoughts about
reverse engineering seafood sticks
and crab invasions and crustaceous-alien
matter transmissions
gone wrong.

I hate that.

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