Inexorable Tomorrow

10/31/19

I hate to be the one
to burst your bubble.
I shot for the moon,
and landed in rubble.
Those motivational posters
weren’t worth the trouble.
Or maybe they should have sent
someone with stubble.

11/01

That old November feeling
The cold one where there’s no Thanksgiving.
Because you shoot for the stars
while I sink under leaves
Scattered all over the concrete and eaves.