Torn Calendar

Tomorrow’s Five Years Sonnet

I know what I’ll write
tomorrow when the numbers align
with my heart
and lungs.

I don’t know
what to say
about today
in between

the gasp and relief,
freezing rain and fog,
headlights and reflection
of legs propelling

everything we are
forward tomorrow.

Today’s Cinquain: Five Years

Smoke free
today. I won’t
light a Cuban cigar
in Havana next month just cuz
I can.

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