A year from now will be the perfect 10:
Two, five times: 2.22.22.
But that’s still a year away, and
today, considerably less auspicious,
is only just another Monday.
But on the bright side, at least it’s
the last Monday of the month; the final
Monday of the worst month ever.
Even he can’t see into the future,
but he’s learned a few things from his past
and he knows from bitter experience
that it’s never wise to look forward to
anything, especially to a February.
Still, he’s got a good feeling about
all those twos strung together.
He’s counting the days.